#when I was very sick a few years ago my sister come over and read to me from Little Women | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

herooffire101 · 2 years

Text

As we are at the last day of Tuggerulina week, this is my use of the Free Day. I thought about this scene, and left it very open in terms of relationships. I see that other users are fine with with my head canons because it creates stories. I like creating stories. As I am writing this (not the one shot below), I am currently writing little blurbs of another universe, one where there is Demerulina, Demestrap (this won't come to play until later on in it), and Bombatuggoffelees in it. They are actual cats in this, and has one of my loves in fantasy in general, magic. I love when there is magic in stories, and I intentionally have associated elements to Bombalurina, Demeter, Tugger, (and Munkustrap) in this entire week's worth of my stories. I sincerely ask to be questioned on my headcanons to make them clearer if you want.

For this, I wanted to put it later on in my human au. And yes, of course I did mention some angst. Misto is a unique character in my stories, because I've read a lot of different fanfics and see the different interpretation's. I have intentionally left the relationships for Misto and Victoria to Bomba and Demeter open because again, I create different stories involving different interpretations of relationships.

Oh, there was never a cat like the Magical Mister Mistoffelees

April 2012

As a newly turned eight year old, Michael Jacob Jellicle, or as his Jellicle name of Mistoffelees (his uncle Tugger always fully calls him the Magical Mister Mistoffelees because of the effect it gives), Misto for short, thought that he was an okay dancer, even though both his mother and aunt tell him otherwise that him and his sister Victoria were considered prodigies and him being able to do ‘The Conjuring Turn’ at his age is nothing short of a miracle. The Conjuring Turn, as Aunt Bomba explained, was something that Demeter, his mother (whether or not she was his and Victoria's biological mother, that was between her and Bomba), learned when she was 13 almost 14 and Bomba herself at that same time couldn’t even do after 10 turns back then (it has since then increased to the limit of 20 and nothing she could do to expand it despite the physical therapy she went to) before she would get sick and pass out. When he asked her why, all he got was that she got sick years ago and didn’t know the damage from it until they learned said dance and her reaction. Misto did hear her muttering about their dance teacher at the time kept on harassing her to ‘just get over it’ and she just couldn’t. When he asked about that teacher, Deme-mom explained that Nana and Pops fired her because of said harassment and pushing her physically to do the turns even though she didn’t want to. “Bomba then had a doctor’s appointment with a specialist doctor, and we found out that her sickness she had when she was little actually did give her a bit of damage to her brain, dispelling what we believed that she came out of it unscathed” Deme-mom explained softly, signing for Victoria as well, “I just turned five, and her six, when she had this sickness, and I didn’t know what was going on. I remember mom being so worried, and dad holding her when she cried. I remember Bomba in the hospital bed, asleep, with all these tubes attached to her. She looked so pale, and I remember being so pale that entire year, from being in and out of the hospital constantly. She had those weird dark spots all over her, the doctors calling them lesions. I could feel the terror coming off of mom and dad, and the nervousness of Tugger and Munk, even Mac. It was one of the few times I even saw him terrified. It felt like forever, but it was two weeks from when she entered the hospital she finally woke up. I remember dad getting a call from mom and his face lifting, like his fear was released. Once we knew that she was getting stronger and finally allowed to come home, she started to cuddle more with us, Mac being the only exception. She made sure that we knew that she loved us. Jemima gets it from her, her cuddling and expressing her love for us.”

For both him and Victoria, that story was an eye opener for them. Aunt Bomba made sure to show her love for them, being the teacher, they could learn from, and be that fun aunt with the equally fun uncle of Tugger, that terrible bore (Bomba definitely encouraged that), with the awesome cousins. Aunt Bomba loved him, and always loved to tell him the story of how she wrote his special song and gave him his Jellicle name. “You and Tori were 23 months, and I was six months pregnant with Jemima. Alonzo and Munk were helping Tugger with moving the bookcase from his workshop to Jemima’s bedroom, and Demeter was there to hang out with me, you two were playing. We were talking, and you managed to sneak away into the kitchen. We didn’t realize that you snuck off until we heard the jingling of my silverware. Demeter basically cursed under her breath and scolded you from the couch. She explained that you had this habit ever since you could walk to quietly open the silverware drawer and steal the silverware, especially her spoons. That hit me with inspiration.” Aunt Bomba said, a fond smile showing on her face, “I went a little nuts, and wrote a short ditty and a melody, which became the basis of your song. The boys were finally in the apartment, so I shouted over to Tugger about it. He loved it, and gave me the beginning of it, and declared that once again, I gave a proper Jellicle name. The rest, as we know, is history.” Giving him an affectionate ruffle of his black hair.

His song, after several refinements, was ready to be debuted at the Massachusetts State Dance Exhibition. The dance, however, was still in the refinement stage. Pops wrote the instrumental for Tori’s dance solo. He knew that his Pops and Aunt Bomba were working on the Tribe’s music, something they called ‘The Cat’s Suite,’ though they were still trying to get a proper name down, leaving it to Munku-dad and Grandpa Deuteronomy. Uncle Tugger also had a song, and he got to have a solo in it, which was so cool! Deme-mom explained that both Aunt Bomba and Uncle Tugger wrote the song around the same time both her and Bomba were learning their duet dance for the Exhibition in the duet category, along with writing Mungojerrie’s and Rumpleteazer’s song at the same time. His line was Munku-dad’s and Alonzo’s line before, and Aunt Bomba explained that she made the decision to give him the line when he joined their family as an infant. Said that it was the hilarity of it that caused her to give it to him. Now, his song was going to be sung by Uncle Tugger, and both Deme-mom and Aunt Bomba were choreographing (that’s a weird word they were using. Weren’t they teaching him to dance to it?) for it. He did know that they were drawing inspiration from their duet dance and his interest of magic tricks, so they were retrofitting his dance routine into what they had for the Cat’s Suite, which another song they wrote together. Both of them explained that they were going to lead up to his number after their Macavity number, so that they could fit what they were going for. (He knew that Plato was casted as the meanie cat because neither of them wanted to even convince the real Macavity to come to the Exhibition. Even he knew by watching Deme-mom that the meanie cat hurt her.)

So, here he was, in the same dance studio that Grandpa Deuteronomy owned, Misto was shown by Deme-mom the fouetté’s and the landing again, Aunt Bomba sitting at the piano playing her stripped-down practice version of his song. “Remember Misto, if you feel like you can’t get past Bomba’s limit, then it’s okay.” Deme-mom said, reassuring him after she performed the landing, “We can change the choreo to make it easier.”

“Anyone can get past my limit.” Aunt Bomba said from the piano, rolling her eyes.

Misto made a determined face to his mom. “I will try to do as many as I can.” He declared, making Uncle Tugger smile.

Deme-mom gave him her loving smile. “I know you will. From the top or the dance break?”

“Dance break.” Misto said, his face set. Victoria sat next to Jemima, and Charlie, otherwise known as Caramel, was sitting next to Aunt Bomba on the bench. He was stubbornly wearing the red gold tabby cat onesie Jenny made him for the Exhibition, which he loved, and Aunt Bomba had the air of ‘I don’t care what he wears as long as he is happy and comfortable.’ Deme-mom told him that he was doing the same thing Jemima and Bomba did when they were younger as well.

Aunt Bomba nodded and counted off. “Five, Six, Five Six Seven Eight.” As she started to play the dance break. Knowing what to do, he slid into the focus of his dance. He could tell that Deme-mom, Uncle Tugger, Jemima, Victoria, and Caramel were watching, but he didn’t care. He focused on his dance, the muscle memory there after both Deme-mom and Bomba worked with him. When he could hear the beginning of the section of the Turns, he went off. Knowing that he had to spot, he focused, making sure to snap his head when he needed to. He could hear the piano, and ended the turns in the landing, perfectly. The rest of them cheered, and he continued with it, Bomba’s leaps ending the dance break, and with a flourish, he ended his dance break.

“Magical!” Uncle Tugger said, ready to continue the song. Deme-mom gave Misto a questioning look, non-verbally asking if they should continue to the red sheet part, because they still haven’t figured out if it was going to be Aunt Bomba or Cassandra taking part of the trick. There was the hyper furball of Caramel they had to consider because even at three years old he was just like Tugger himself.

Misto nodded, and Bomba started playing. “Well…His Manner is vague and aloof, you think that there was nobody shyer, But his voice was heard on the roof! When he was curled up by the fire.” Tugger sang, with both Deme-mom and Bomba singing the do-wops. Victoria and Jemima joined in, pretending that they were frozen by Misto’s magic. “And he’s sometimes heard by the fire, when he was about on the roof. At least, we all heard that somebody purred, which is uncontestable proof.” Misto fake-released the magic holding his sister and cousin, them kneeling back down like the kittens they all were. He noticed that they were giggling, thinking it great fun. “Of his singular magical powers, And I’ve known the family to call, Him in from the garden for hours, While he was asleep in the hall.” Tugger jokingly looking at Demeter, knowing of all of Misto’s little quirks as a mischievous toddler to school aged that worried both her and Munk. He pulled it on Tugger and Bomba as well when they were the ones to babysit him and Victoria. “And, not long ago, this phenomenal cat, Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!” Tugger’s voice rang out the last note to the disappearing act. Bomba stopped playing, and whooped, surprising her son in the process.

“You did it, Misto!” She cheered, raising her hands in the air in triumph. “You did the Conjuring Turn!”

“And more.” Deme-mom said, coming to him and giving him a tight hug. “I am so proud of you, Michael.”

“You were amazing, little buddy.” Uncle Tugger praised, ruffling his hair.

Victoria ran towards him and gave him a big hug, joining Demeter in the hug. “You were awesome, Misto!” She said, smiling at her younger twin.

Jemima jumped around, the almost six-year-old bouncing in excitement. “Mommy, he did it! He did the Conjuring turn!” Grabbing Aunt Bomba’s shirt, making her three-year-old brother glare at her.

“Mis’o did a lot of turns.” Caramel said, making sense of it.

Aunt Bomba ruffled her son’s golden hair. “Yes, he did. Remember, you’re littler than him. The older you get and the bigger you get dancing like me and Daddy will become easier. So, Caramel, don’t try until you’re older. I will be sad if you get hurt.”

“Yea, Mommy’s right, Caramel! You and me don’t have to do Jenny’s dance because we’re little.” Jemima added, hugging her mom from behind. “I can’t change my shoes as fast as Jenny wants, so I only get to be a mouse and then watch everyone else.”

“Not exactly related, but Jemima’s right.” Aunt Bomba explained, “Took me a while too, though I wasn’t put into the Beetle’s Tattoo. I still don’t know why Noily wanted me to take her place even though she’s the same age as Jenny when I first performed it.” She muttered.

Misto turned to see that Uncle Tugger was greatly exaggerating being shot in the heart, being all dramatic towards Aunt Bomba. “Oh, your words wound me so, my love. Even when we had our first ball, the head queens saw your magnificence, your power, your passion. They wanted you to shine like the beautiful ruby you are.”

Misto could hear Aunt Bomba roll her eyes at him. “Oh, be quiet you incorrigible beast.”

“Make me.” Uncle Tugger gave her a look Misto didn’t understand.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Again, with the flirting?” Deme-mom groaned, “Can we please focus on practice for the Exhibition?”

“Mom, Uncle Tugger is a terrible bore.” Misto quipped, giving Tugger a smirk. Aunt Bomba started laughing, so happy that her decision to give Misto the line was producing what she was hoping for.

Deme-mom smirked right at Misto. “I am so glad Bomba gave you the line. It was hilarious when Munk and Lonzo were given the line, and now it’s even more hilarious.”

“No respect.” Uncle Tugger said in a funny voice, making the kittens present laugh.

Only minutes later, “What are you laughing at?” Munku-dad asked, carrying multiple bags of stuff, most likely the lunches he was sent to get.

“Tugger being a terrible bore.” Both Deme-mom and Aunt Bomba said, pointing at the grinning Tugger.

Munku-dad made an ah face. “Bomba, this may have been one of your best decisions yet, giving Misto the line.”

Aunt Bomba smiled fondly at Uncle Tugger. “Of course. The Rum Tum Tugger is MY curious beast!”

~~~

If you read to the end, I thank you. As a treat for @jelliclekay, I just had to use that line for the last line. It screams Tuggerulina. And if you see the subtle reference of an old hyperfixation in Tugger's and Bomba's script, then that's who I took some inspiration for my interpretation of Bombalurina. Anyway, thank you for reading and the support this has given me. I'm more willing to share my little blurbs of the next universe later, and I will share more of my human au blabberings sometimes too.

#tuggerlurina week #cats the musical #bombalurina #tuggerlurina #cats human au #rum tum tugger #demeter cats #munkustrap #demestrap #victoria cats #mister mistoffelees #If you're actually reading the tags I thank you for giving the support

3 notes · View notes

blondrichclosetwitch · 6 months

Text

New recording 15 October 24, 2018

(I’ve started randomly listening to a tape daily to fill in the puzzle pieces; she said I should put this one up. At the time I worked at a restaurant over in Washington heights, and someone was leaving things there for me to see…and then this happened.)

(Champagne supernova by oasis plays in the background. A lighter is lit.)

She either wants… Tell me what’s up. It’s the anniversary of the abortion… They leave a Fucking Plant from my WORK that they pulled, in front of the apartment. They had left a seed from it on my doormat a week ago. I didn’t put it together. She either wants me to rake her over the coals publicly, or she’s out of her mind. Because she’s doing shit every day, and I’m just ignoring her.

And she does not like being ignored.

I’m done being her victim, I’m done. Hear this loud and clear, I am done being Chloe’s victim, I am done. It’s over. It’s over. I’m done with it.

That girl wants to go head to head, Fine. Because in case it’s not obvious, I can hold my own.

What was my session with jamieson about today? My session with jamieson was about:

As if you, Katie, didn’t fly in and watch!

It was about memories of what happened and how no one takes this seriously, and that I’ve been psychologically tortured for a year and a half. And that my brain’s different, and that there’s always this question of surveillance, and how I’m always trying to walk away from this woman.

But let’s face facts, this has been coming since Anthony first talked to us in December 2016. He said she was so vindictive towards me and J, and that I needed to do a past life reading on her. I had no idea!

Chloe’s spirits are not allowed in my house anymore, at all. I know I’ve taken it easy on her in the past, I’m done. (Outkast plays: “you will be banished.”)You’re telling me to get a Patreon going.

(LCD someone’s calling.)

I just got out the performance stuff. Something keeps coming up about twin sisters. You know I thought that Katelan was my twin. I don’t know if this is right, I just heard that Chloe and I were twins and… There was something maybe… Maybe off… And I married J, and left her, she saw it as leaving her. And that that’s what this lifetime is about, and that’s why she’s keeping us apart. But I don’t know.

Dainichi said in that past life reading we were traders which I still don’t get, and the only thing I could see about us drowning is that she’s a Pisces. And that we both were drowning in emotion.

And like how many times do we have to hear this? But that Chloe went to katelan , convinced Katelan to derail me.

Like how far back does this go, and how fucked up is it?

Who all is involved?

(Reading a scene) the scene is so good. This is how people are now. It’s intense stuff, all this stuff. (Looking at another one) This one’s hard, this one is about going to variety, it’s very intense for me to look at, it needs to be rewritten. It was the first day I touched a tree. I mean more like I needed the tree to hold me up, I couldn’t hold myself up that day. That was after I was told J was coming, after that child smiled at me at variety. It was after he texted me and said that I imagined him being shot, the whole thing. That was fucked up. That…..I think I had a mini breakdown.

Those few days, going into italy, I… Didn’t know what was happening. I mean they told me that he…that was the first time they told me he was shot. I told my mom he was shot. I told jamieson he was shot.

I mean when you think of like what my mom went through because of me telling her what was happening….that’s where it started. It was her getting a call from me saying J had been shot. And then… They didn’t know if I was totally ill, or what. They didn’t know if I should go to Italy. And mom did everything in her power to make it happen, she really wanted me to go. But they also knew I was sick, Things were happening, I had to go to a doctor! And what’s fucked up is to think it might’ve been Katelan who made me sick. because dainichi said she did a hex on my stomach, my back, and my uterus. (Soul kitchen plays)

(About soul kitchen playing: it plays a lot and I’ve never quite figured out the symbolism, except maybe cutting up the soul, “cooking” it, and serving it for others to devour )

Today jamieson said what am I gonna do with the voices. So what jamieson said…was what is it that we want to make?

This is very different than when jessica and johan were here. I guess I just wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to live with people. If they hadn’t been smoking weed every day, it would’ve been a different story, I wouldn’t have fallen back in.

(She starts writing. Laughs. Sighs as she writes. )

This is a lot of writing. (A light flickers on)It just went on for some reason. It went on when I wrote “I’m grateful for j,” for some reason. (She continues to write. End tape.)

10/27/18 talking to Katie about play October 2018

Just in case, Katie and I are going to try to talk about the play. So we have an idea of writing a scene from each month, that’s our first homework. And the scenes don’t necessarily have to be scenes with me, they can also be with the J character or the Chloe character, and also write a scene After the abortion, where I go see Katie? And she sees me crying. That scene. We want to see the contrast between…We want to see that the picture is her closest ally. Especially after losing the stick. Cause it’s not the same thing. When will we ever again find our stick? Or is that, We had one of our magical tools and now it’s gone. But you know that that was magic. That had so much in it. Sometimes I just expect to see it somewhere, like they’ve been holding it, they grabbed it off the train, and it’s just gonna show up somewhere in three pieces, they’ll throw it in our flowers or some thing at some point. I’m always still looking for it. I just don’t think that jamieson understands, where we are conflicted is how can she just… If Katelyn did these things,Like Dainichi said she did, and like it seems they happened, if somehow I got psychologically tortured by Katelan or Chloe or both of them, then like this is one of the most insane cases of psychological harassment that has ever been, and I know that you know that. I know you know that.

We both know that my brain is not the same. And you’re telling me that that’s why they want me to OD before I can write it. That fine line needing something to open, but… What was the scene today? Holding the drugs in my hand… It’s like everything‘s a scene.*

(in the background radio cure plays by Wilco, with the lyrics “cheer up honey I hope you can, there is something wrong with me, my mind is filled with radio cures.”)

We have to take our pills. (I was still on meds from the psych ward)

Man I let down my mom. What is this side, Russian roulette? Yes I promise I’m not going to get another, I promise I promise I promise. (Starts giggling quietly )we have an agreement. How many tapes do we have of me actually talking to you? To you. Not the bad spirit, when you think about how many of those conversations are just me crying…fuck.

Like the time that I was told that you caused Chloe to miscarry when she was in jail? (Guffaws) remember that one? And then you got drunk? And you were spending all this time with J getting drunk at the bar (laughs disbelievingly) you were traumatized by what you had done, you couldn’t deal with it. And it was tearing me apart.

I’m afraid of talking out loud.

And how many people did they tell me they killed? Jay the mechanic who I now talk to regularly. Neil. And uncle chuck. That Chuck tried twice to kill himself??

What were they trying to do? Like, they said whatever fucking bullshit they wanted to.

(End tape.)

#watch the tapes

0 notes

tianakoopa · 9 months

Text

Megan: The Orphan Redux

(I don't have a drawing to post right now, so I thought I'd post a fanfic that I uploaded on fanfiction.net and DeviantArt a few days ago. It's a remake of an old fanfic I wrote years ago called "The Orphan".

But a huge TW before you read, cuz it does deal with ab*se

I hope this version is ok :) )

It was midnight in the Koopa Kingdom and everyone was sleeping peacefully in their beds. Well, everyone except for one little Koopa girl. She was tossing and turning in her sleep, having another nightmare. She had them often. A few moments later, the little girl woke up and looked around, realizing that she was in the Koopa Kingdom Orphanage. She trembled in fear from the dream and breathed heavily.

"Why...Why do I keep dreaming of that?" She whispered as tears streamed down her cheeks. She wiped them away and tried her best to calm down. When she did, she lied down and tried to go back to sleep.

"I don't wanna dream about them anymore..."

--------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hi Lilly! Hey Ms. Kooper!" Luke, King Ludwig's and Queen Jasmine's 9 year old son, greeted his best friend and her mother as they walked out of the orphanage, giving Lilly a high five.

"Oh, hello Luke." Ms. Kooper smiled at him.

"You were helping out at the orphanage today, Lilly?" Luke asked.

"Yep! I always love helping out here whenever mom says I can." Lilly replied.

"Well, I'm definitely gonna need your help tomorrow. Two of my other co workers are on vacation and a few won't be there." Luke thought for a moment after hearing that.

"Why don't my parents and I help you out? My sister's sick right now, so she wouldn't be able to come." Luke suggested.

"Oh that's sweet of you, Luke. But your parents are the rulers of the kingdom. Aren't they too busy?" Ms. Kooper said.

"Nah. I'm sure they can finish that boring stuff later or ask my grandparents to do it for them." Luke replied.

"Well...If they're able to, I'll be very grateful." Luke said goodbye to them and headed back to the castle.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

"Mom! Dad!" Luke called as he ran through the castle halls. He made his way to the throne room where he found his parents.

"Luke? What's wrong?" Ludwig asked. Luke rushed over to them.

"Can you guys help out at the orphanage tomorrow?" He asked.

"The orphanage?" Jasmine, Ludwig's wife, repeated. After he explained everything, Ludwig and Jasmine looked at each other.

"I think we can help out for a bit." Ludwig smiled.

"Yeah! And I can make the children some snacks!" Jasmine replied. Luke cheered and left the throne room.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

The next day Ludwig, Jasmine, and Luke were getting ready to leave the castle. After making sure they had everything, they were making their way to the front doors when they heard a cough coming from behind them. The three turned around and saw Jackie, Luke's 7 year old Human/Koopa hybrid sister.

"I wanna come too!" Jackie said after coughing some more. Ludwig knelt down and smiled at her.

"Princess, you're still sick. You have to stay here." Ludwig said, making Jackie pout.

"That's not fair!" Jackie whined. Ludwig sighed.

"Jackie, I promise when you're feeling better, you can come with us to help out. Now, please go back to your room and rest. Kamek should be bringing some more medicine for you." Jackie looked at her father and sighed.

"Alright daddy..." They watched Jackie head back to her room and they left the castle.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

The children in the orphanage were playing with their toys and coloring when they heard a boy speak up.

"Guys! Look who's coming!" The children ran towards the window and saw three new visitors.

"Is that the king?" Another boy asked.

"It is! It's King Ludwig! And Queen Jasmine! Oh! Prince Lucas is with them too!" A girl cheered. Another girl gasped.

"Are they here to adopt one of us?!" She asked.

"Oh I hope they'll adopt me! I wanna be a princess!" Another girl grinned. Lilly, who was entering the room, heard the kids talking and walked over to them.

"Sorry guys, but they're just here to help out. They're not adopting anyone." The kids looked disappointed, so Lilly spoke up again.

"But who knows? Maybe one day they will adopt!" Lilly smiled as the kids cheered. Then, Ms. Kooper entered the room along with Ludwig, Jasmine, and Luke.

"Hello everyone! Look who's here! And they brought you all snacks and new toys." Ms. Kooper said. All of the children rushed over to the royal family, except for one little girl. She took one look at Ludwig and began to tremble in fear.

"He looks scary!" She thought. She quickly hid under one of the beds.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Luke offered to help Lilly and Ms. Kooper with the babies in the nursery while Ludwig and Jasmine stayed with the children. As they gave the children a snack and toys, one of the boys dropped their ball.

"I'll get it." Ludwig said and walked over to the bed that it rolled underneath. As Ludwig knelt down to grab it, his eyes widened when he saw a girl hiding under the bed. He smiled at her.

"Hello there, little one. What are you doing under there?" He asked. The girl didn't say anything.

"Would you like to come out from under there?" He asked. The girl shook her head.

"I'm scared..." She replied. Ludwig gave her a small smile.

"It's alright. I promise we won't hurt you. We just wanna help out. We brought snacks if you want anything. And toys too." Ludwig reached into the bag he held and took out a small brown teddy bear. The little girl gasped when she saw the toy. After handing the boy his ball back, Ludwig got a good look at the girl when she crawled from under the bed. She had short dark pink hair, blue eyes, black spiked cuffs on her wrists, and a dark pink shell. Ludwig handed the stuffed bear to her and smiled as she hugged it.

"What's your name, sweetie?" He asked.

"M-Megan." She replied.

"That's a pretty name. How old are you Megan?"

"I'm four years old." She said. Megan looked up at Ludwig and smiled.

"You're not scary! You're nice!" Her smile widened when she looked at his hair.

"Your hair looks so soft!" She said. Ludwig chuckled and picked her up so Megan could feel his hair. When she did, she began to giggle.

"It's so fluffy! You have fluffy hair!" Megan exclaimed. Jasmine looked over at the two and smiled. After talking to the other children, Jasmine walked over to Ludwig and Megan.

"Do you like it here Megan?" Ludwig asked.

"Yeah! The grown ups here are really nice! It's better than being with my mama and papa." Megan replied. Ludwig and Jasmine were shocked.

"I-If you're alright with talking about it, what's wrong with your parents?" Jasmine asked.

"Well...They would hit me, yell at me, call me bad names, and..." Megan trailed off and began to tremble in fear as she thought about her parents. Ludwig held her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Shh it's alright, Megan. You don't have to say anymore." Ludwig said, trying to calm her down. He sang a song to her, hoping that it would help. It did, as Megan calmed down.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Thank you so much for helping out today!" Ms. Kooper said as she talked to Ludwig and Jasmine in a separate room.

"We were happy to help." Jasmine replied.

"It was so nice seeing Megan interacting with you two. Usually when there's new people here, she hides from them until they leave." Ms. Kooper explained.

"She told us about her parents. I feel so bad for her." Ludwig said. Ms. Kooper then frowned.

"Did she tell you everything?" She asked them.

"No. She started to get upset and I calmed her down." Ludwig replied. Sighing, Ms. Kooper spoke again.

"Her parents are in jail right now." She said, making Ludwig and Jasmine gasp. She then explained everything that Megan's parents did to her. Especially her father. Ludwig became sick to his stomach with each new information. Now they understood why Megan hid from them. How could someone hurt their own child?

That night after heading back to the castle, Ludwig and Jasmine couldn't stop thinking about Megan. They thought she was the cutest thing and she deserved to be in a loving home. After discussing it with the rest of their family, they decided that they were going to adopt Megan.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Three days later, Megan was playing a board game with a few of the children when Ms. Kooper entered the room and walked over to her.

"Megan? Can you come with me for a second? I have a surprise for you!" She said.

"Really? A surprise?" Megan picked up her teddy bear and followed Ms. Kooper out to the lobby. When they got there, Megan gasped when she saw Ludwig and Jasmine. She looked up at Ms. Kooper, a little confused.

"Megan, meet your new parents! King Ludwig and Queen Jasmine!" Ms. Kooper said. Megan gasped again, then smiled as she ran towards them, hugging their legs. She looked up at them, still smiling.

"You wanna adopt me? You really do?" She asked.

"Of course we do!" Jasmine smiled at her.

"We both knew that you deserve to be in a loving home. So, we thought that you should be apart of our family." Ludwig explained. He picked her up and hugged her.

"Oh! Can I call you guys Mama and Papa?" Megan asked.

"Hehe. Yes you can!" Ludwig chuckled.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ludwig and Jasmine introduced Megan to the rest of their family when they made it back to the castle. Megan thought Lemmy was silly and loved his circus tricks. She also got along with Iggy's son Frankie and Roy's daughter Ray since they were around the same age. Luke and Jackie decided to give their new little sister a tour around the castle while everyone else was setting up the small party they were throwing for Megan. She looked around the castle in amazement.

That night Ludwig and Jasmine took Megan to her new room. The walls were pink, Megan's favorite color. There was a toy box near the closet filled with different toys. The window had light pink curtains and there was a dresser against the wall where the window was. On the right side of the bed was a nightstand with a lamp on top of it. Megan smiled as she looked around.

"I love it!" She cheered. She got into bed and sat her teddy bear next to her. Ludwig and Jasmine gave her a kiss, said goodnight, and left.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

An hour later, Megan woke up from another nightmare. She looked around and saw that she was in her new room. Crying, she grabbed her teddy bear and left the room. She remembered where Ludwig and Jasmine's room was from the tour Luke and Jackie gave her earlier. When she found it, she knocked on the door. A few moments later, Ludwig opened the door and got concerned when he saw the tears flowing down Megan's face.

"Megan? What's wrong?" He asked as he picked her up.

"I-I had a bad dream, Papa! A really bad dream!" Megan cried. Ludwig hugged her and tried to calm her down.

"It's ok, honey. It was just a dream." Megan wiped away her tears, but more continued to fall.

"P-Papa? I don't want to get hurt again." Megan said in between sobs. Ludwig hugged her again.

"Don't worry Megan. I won't let anyone hurt you again. We'll always protect you. I promise." Ludwig said. Soon Megan calmed down and Ludwig smiled at her.

"Do you wanna sleep with us tonight?" He asked. Megan nodded as she wiped the rest of her tears away. Ludwig put Megan in between him and Jasmine. After making sure she was comfortable, the three of them fell asleep.

#Mario fanfic #ludwig von koopa #Mario OC #Koopa OC #Mario FC #Koopa FC

0 notes

eddysocs · 11 months

Text

Before Her Eyes - Chapter Four (Benjamin Norrange)

Summary: Cassandra takes a meeting with famed demonologist Benjamin Norrange and comes home with mixed feelings.

Word Count: 1,763

Warnings: Some gory crime scene descriptions

Cassandra was up and dressed before her alarm clock buzzed. When it finally did go off she hit the button to turn it off and gave Simon a pat on the head before bounding down the stairs. She had chosen one of her more professional looks today. A dark grape cardigan with a black, silky tank and light gray pants. She put her reading glasses in her shirt pocket in case she needed them. Grabbing an energy bar for breakfast and pouring herself a cup of coffee in a to go mug, she quickly dished out Simon's breakfast, grabbed all of her necessary things and headed out the door.

The drive, though short, was fraught with anticipation for what was to come. Cassandra checked over her research several times and made sure she had everything ordered just how she wanted it before she even got out of the car. She felt somewhat out of place as she headed into the building. Most conventions like these were full of conspiracy junkies and cult leader wannabes. She didn’t mix well with crowds in general, but those types always found some way to ruffle her more than most. Keeping her arms tight at her sides, her head down, and her eyes scanning the room for Mr. Norrange she made her way around, largely unnoticed.

Finally, she spotted him. Making a beeline for his booth, she managed to avoid bumping into any of the small groups gathered around several tables. Adjusting her posture to that of a more professional nature, she walked the last few feet confidently. "Mr. Norrange," she questioned, even though she was sure it was him.

"Yes. How may I help you," came his reply. His voice was deeper than she expected.

"I was wondering if you’d take a look at a case of mine," she implored. She took the folder out from under her arm and released her white knuckled grip on it as she handed it over to him. He accepted the folder, opening it and spanning the contents out nicely over his table. Cassandra winced, as she still did every time she saw the photos of her family lying dead in her childhood home. Her mother and father lay in their bed, pooled in their own blood, wounds still dripping when the photographer had taken the photos of the scene. And her sister, her poor, innocent sister. She’d just turned seventeen a couple of days before and she was even worse off than her parents. She looked like a cadaver in a medical school. Her skin and muscles had been peeled back, some of her organs pulled out and laid around her. It used to make Cassandra vomit, and the sight still made her sick, but she’d become desensitized to it somewhat over the years, which was a thought that sent a chill through her.

Benjamin took his time examining the photos, police report and Cassandra's accompanying research. "You really know your demons, Miss..."

"Reagan," Cassandra supplied. She received a small grunt of recognition and a curt nod in response.

"Well this is nothing like I’ve seen before," Benjamin finally stated after a considerable amount of silence. "I don’t think you’re looking at demons here, Miss Reagan. I’m very impressed by your research though. Phineas Black certainly taught you well." Benjamin spoke as he tidied up Cassandra's files and slipped them all back into the folder.

"How do you know about my relationship to Phineas Black," Cassandra asked, taken aback.

The man turned around to face her before carrying on their conversation. "We're old colleagues. Had a falling out a few years ago, I’m afraid, but he and I go way back. I was glad to hear from him again when he told me about you. Said I might be expecting you here today."

"Oh," Cassandra said, still a bit surprised. She hadn’t thought Professor Black would reach out on her behalf, but they did still keep in contact regularly, so she guessed it shouldn’t really come as a surprise that he’d tell a colleague about her. She had told him about the move before she’d left Massachusetts. Cassandra pulled herself away from the thoughts. She was here to talk to Mr. Norrange after all. "So, you don’t think it was demons," she asked.

"None that I’ve seen or read about," he replied flatly. "Demons can leave a mess when they kill, but this is far worse than any demon I’ve ever been led to believe through experience and research alike. I’d set your sights somewhere else. Hell hounds perhaps would be a good place to start." Cassandra looked rather defeated at the news. "And the police," Benjamin added, "they had no suspects, no leads at all?" He’d read the file, but he wanted to double check.

"No. Nothing. No prints, no hairs, no fibers. The crime scene was completely clean."

"Troubling," Benjamin muttered. "I honestly don’t believe you’re looking for a demon, Miss Reagan. Those hell hounds I mentioned, a poltergeist perhaps, or some other vile monster, but not a demon."

Cassandra took the news to heart. She was a little let down. She had been so sure it was some form of demonic activity, but she trusted Mr. Norrange's expertise. She’d look elsewhere. She had plenty of volumes on ghosts and poltergeists. Maybe she’d pick up there tomorrow. Today, she was too disheartened. She thought she was finally closing in, but now there were only more questions. If not demons, then what?

"Thank you, Mr. Norrange. You may not have provided the answer I hoped for, but you’ve given me invaluable information. I appreciate it."

"You’re welcome," he replied. Cassandra accepted her folder back from him and turned to leave. "And Miss Reagan, I’m sorry, about your family. I can’t even fathom how great a loss it must have been. I hope you find your answer."

Cassandra looked back and nodded then disappeared into the throng of convention goers. She was able to breathe easier when she was out of the building. She had a lot to process and the drive back seemed longer somehow. She was drained, emotionally, mentally, and physically. Benjamin Norrange had given her a way forward, but also had taken her several steps backward. She didn’t know what to think anymore.

Finally, she was safely back at home. She slammed her car door and trudged up the walkway and to the door. Stuck to the door was a note. It was from Constance. "I made brownies, come over when you can," it read. She was far too tired now and didn’t want to come off as rude. Perhaps she’d go over tomorrow after a good night sleep and a hot cup of coffee. She unlocked the door and removed the note, carrying it inside with her and setting it on the kitchen counter. She grabbed herself a glass of water, downed it and planned on calling it an early night. It was hardly even dinner time, but she didn’t think she could handle anything else today. Her mind was already spinning. She got Simon's bag of food out, and contemplated what Mr. Norrange had said earlier about Phineas Black. How had Phineas guessed she’d be going to the convention? Did he just know her that well after all these years? That had to be it. Cassandra went back to pouring Simon's bowl full before heading up to bed.

Then, as if on cue, she heard the cat crying from somewhere in the house. "Simon," Cassandra asked, suddenly worried. He hardly ever made a peep unless she was talking to him, or if he was hungry, but this just sounded different. "Simon," Cassandra called again. The cat continued to yowl and she finally found him pawing at the basement door. "What is it, Simon," she asked, but of course he didn’t explain. Cassandra let out an exhausted sigh and opened the basement door. With her luck, it was probably just a mouse. Seeing nothing at first glance, she turned on the light and descended the stairs. Simon made no move to follow. She rolled her eyes at the big scaredy cat at the top of the stairs and continued on her investigation. Might as well as long as she was down here.

Even with the light it was fairly dim. The basement was nothing special really, just like any other she’d ever been in. There were a few things lying around, probably left behind by past owners that no one had bothered to clear out. There were some empty shelves, a few chairs and a long handled axe propped up against one wall. And then, Cassandra heard crying. Following the sound, she eventually came across Nora. "Nora, why are you crying?"

"It’s Charles," she wailed. "He doesn’t care about me or Thaddeus, only his stupid monstrous experiments." Cassandra blinked hard trying to recall what Nora was talking about. Bits and pieces came back to her. Something about merging animals, some sick project of his that eventually led to their murder suicide back in the twenties. It’s a shame she was still so miserable over it all. Cassandra couldn’t imagine spending the afterlife in such a vicious cycle. "Come upstairs with me. Spend the evening in one of the bedrooms up there. Leave him be, forget about him," Cassandra suggested.

"I couldn’t, could I," Nora asked, sniveling.

"Of course you could. You’d never have to come back down here again if you didn’t want to."

Nora cracked the smallest of smiles. "You’re ever so kind," she said. "May I bring Thaddeus? He’s a very quiet baby, I’m sure he won’t wake you."

Cassandra nodded. "Yes, bring him. Forget all the sorrow Charles has caused and begin anew," Cassandra told her. She really must be tired, she was starting to talk like her. Surprising Cassandra, Nora wrapped the woman in a brief, yet intense hug. Nora then followed Cassandra up the stairs all the way until they reached the second floor. Cassandra led her to one of the spacious extra bedrooms, the one furthest from her own, just in case. Nora thanked her once more and seemed rather content with the new arrangement. She hoped it was able to keep her happy.

With a smile, Cassandra turned to leave. The smile, while genuine, quickly turned into a yawn as she headed for her own room. She’d already done more than she planned to, and bed was calling to her. She had remembered to pour Simon's food, hadn’t she? If she hadn’t, he’d just have to wait until morning.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Chapter Three <- 💜 -> Chapter Five

#oc: cassandra reagan #fc: zooey deschanel #fd: american horror story #fic: before her eyes #constance langdon #constance langdon x oc #american horror story #ahs

1 note · View note

mintmentos · 2 years

Text

Thursday. What a concept.

22/09/2022

It's been a while since the single weekly wrap up post I made, but apparently this week is the week it's starting back up with the intention of it actually being a weekly wrap up, not just a random post I make once every few months. So with a rebrand (does it count as a rebrand if I only did it once before?) and renewed enthusiasm, here we go!

Reading

I've been banging on about wanting to read The Goldfinch for months to the point of my friends getting sick of me talking about it, but this week I finally started it. I watched the film when it came out so I vaguely know the story, but I'm not sure how that translates into an 800+ page book, so we'll see what happens. Even though it's not a stereotypical autumn read like The Secret History, I'm still getting the autumn vibes and enjoying it so far.

Watching

The Star Wars education is ongoing, and I'm nearing the end of the films and tv shows and I don't know how to feel about that (will probably have a breakdown when it happens, but we'll see). I'm juggling a few series atm; season 4 of Clone Wars is hotting up and getting super intense, I've only got the second half of The Mandalorian to go and I'm so so excited to see how it pans out and then watch the trailer for season 3, and I watched the first 3 episodes of Andor yesterday and omg I loved it! Can't wait to see where the rest of the season goes because at this point I have no clue what's going to happen next.

In non-Star Wars related news, I've picked up Gilmore Girls again for the autumn vibes, and it's proving to be a good accompaniment to craft in the evenings. I also started Bee and Puppycat which is whimsical and fun and charming and all round delightful.

Listening

Audible enticed me back with a deal for 99p a month, so we're back on audio books for the next few months. I've started Know my Name by Chanel Miller, and it's already so intense and heartbreaking. I know it's going to be a difficult listen, but all the more important for it.

I've randomly started listening to Scouting for Girls this week for the first time in years and I'm having a great time. It sends me straight back to summers out in the car with my mum and sister, the first 2 albums on repeat for weeks on end and being told off for saying 'arse' in Heartbeat, no matter how much I argued that I was just singing along.

Playing

After months and months and a few futile attempts to pick it back up, I am obsessed with Breath of the Wild again. After finishing Disco Elysium (an excellent unhinged game, please go play it) I was in a bit of a lull and just turned to it because I didn't have anything new lined up and oh boy am I enjoying myself. I've been sending daily updates to one of my friends about which towers I've unlocked and what quests I'm doing and I'm having an excellent time. Will this mean I finish it ready for Tears of a Kingdom? Probably not but we move.

Making

So I finished crocheting my cardigan a couple of months ago and now I'm onto my second one for my sister. I've got some much nicer yarn this time and it's so much better to work with. I spent a lot of time on it during the long weekend (thanks Lizzie!) and should be on track to get it finished in time for Christmas.

My nan's posh family friends are downsizing and we've got a load of their stuff they were going to throw out, including an old KitchenMate mixer! I'm so excited, I'm going to make a lemon cake at the weekend and see how it goes, but I can't wait to feel like I'm on Bake Off :)

Working on

I've nearly finished the book for my LM2, the second exam in my Cert CII so I'm hoping to sit the exam in October. I'm a month behind what I planned, but a busy summer made for very little motivation to study outside of work hours.

Over the past couple of weeks I've started watching booktube again and I've been toying with the idea of reviving my channel. I've already got a few ideas for videos and a couple of days off coming up, so stay tuned...

#wahey look at me only 3 months later than i said i would be #but i have a cool name now so we're winning. it was worth the wat just for that in my opinion #thursday what a concept #kiera talks kiera

1 note · View note

lubdubsworld · 3 years

Text

⋆⋆✵ Perfect Imperfections ✵⋆⋆

Chapter 1

Genre : Arranged Marriage AU! Angst! Explicit Sexual Content.

Rating : 21+

Warnings : Ableism , Chronic disability. OC has limited use of her left leg, Emotional infidelity? Mild Cheating ( nothing very physical.. a kiss or so )

Summary : Marrying Jungkook is a mistake. Falling in love with him? Definitely the worst exercise in masochism .

~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 2

No one tells you how easy it is to imagine yourself in love with a beautiful man. Especially when you don’t have a clear understanding of what love actually is.

When I met Jungkook, even knowing he was in love with my sister hadn’t done much to douse the flames of hope and attraction. He was a lot of things that other men in my life weren’t. Kind without being pitying. Concerned without being overbearing. He took care of me without making me feel helpless. And there was always such a thin line between these things that I found myself impressed by his ability to toe the line so well.

Jungkook took care of me without making me feel like a burden and I suppose, some part of me had assumed that this could, in due time turn into love. But I was clearly wrong.

Jungkook and Liza had been kissing in the hallway of their hotel room and someone had taken pictures. My father and his had managed to get them taken down but the news was already out, spreading like wildfire . My phone began ringing sometime around eight in the morning and hadn’t stopped. It was now a little past one in the afternoon and I felt queasy, despite the assurances that it was all being taken care of.

It was the pity in everyone’s face that I couldn’t bear.

I wasn’t hurt. Angry, yes? Upset? Of course. But I wasn’t hurt because there really was nothing to be hurt about. Jungkook didn’t love me. He was in love with my sister . He had made it clear, through his words and his actions, over and over again. At this point, I could see this debacle as nothing more than a possible way to get out of the marriage. Perhaps, my father would approve of a divorce?

I glanced at the article again.

The photo is just so annoyingly clear, I thought with a grimace. If it was a little blurry, I could convince myself it wasn’t him and her. But it was clear. That was my husband with his lips locked with my sister’s. Against my better judgment, I read the article again. It was a gossip column, of course there would be nothing good in there. But sometimes curiosity can be a persistent thing.

I felt my skin crawling as I realized that the phrases were all pretty true. There was no gossip here. Just plain facts.

And then my eyes reached the end of the article.

Of note is the fact that Jeon Jungkook’s wife is disabled and perhaps the virile young man is merely looking for pleasure he can’t find in his own marital bed.

I swallowed, quickly exiting the page and tossing the phone on the bed, away from me. I stared out of the window of our bedroom, the large doors left open to let air and sunlight in. There was a tall sycamore tree right outside out bedroom and the branches almost reached in and I stared at the rustling leaves, trying to scrub my mind clean of the words I’d just read.

But it was impossible.

It wasn’t something I hadn’t thought of. The stark difference between me and Jungkook, physically. He spent five days a week in the gym and they were right. He was a young man with healthy sexual appetites.

I’d never cheat on you. Jungkook’s voice from a week ago still echoed somewhere inside my skull.

I sighed, playing with my wedding ring.

I wasn’t a virgin when I married Jungkook. Hadn’t been one , when I got into the accident either. My then boyfriend, a tall strapping lit major had been a very sexual guy as well and our libidos had matched pretty well. But I’d been an athletic nineteen year old, able to bend like a pretzel at his whim and there was just endless time and endless stamina and just a whole lot of attraction . We had spent hours, exploring each other the way college kids do. Weekends in bed spent trying every possible permutation of sex positions and kinks and I’d discovered all the things I liked. All the things I didn’t.

But then the accident had happened and well, when you’re in crippling agony, sometimes sex takes the backseat. I’d been focused on my recovery, on making sure that I came out of this at least with the ability to walk and I’d succeeded. Burying the part of me that craved a man’s touch, it wasn’t easy but it was necessary.

And then Jungkook had happened.

Sex with Jungkook hadn’t been difficult. Not really. I wasn’t completely crippled after all but it was also nowhere near as exciting as it could be with someone who had full use of her legs. I knew that. It was kind of obvious. But I hadn’t dwelt too much on it because to be honest, Jungkook hadn’t looked like he’d minded. He had seemed to enjoy himself .

But then reading about how he probably hadn’t enjoyed it definitely stung.

Worse yet, probably half the country was reading it with me. I felt nauseous. Did no one think that they should have left the last part out of that article? It was terrible enough without adding that bit about me.

A faint buzzing made me turn to the bed.

I glanced at my phone as it rang, my father in law’s name prominent on the screen.

Showtime, I thought with a grimace.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I suppose it was too much to hope for , expecting that boy to keep his dignity. This is outrageous.” Mr. Jeon’s loud voice rang through the foyer of the house and I flinched, gripping the edge of the futon as Sana jumped a bit . She sat next to me, holding my hand carefully. Moral support I supposed but I was feeling entirely too blasé about the whole thing. None of this was unexpected, I thought miserably and I wasn’t feeling up to pretending otherwise.

“I still wish they’d talked to me about this.”

My brother in law’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. The man looked like he’d been dragged through hell and back and I felt a pang of genuine sympathy. He looked wrecked and it was obvious she was in love with my sister. Resentment coiled thick and deep inside me. Resentment and envy.

With no effort at all she had charmed both the Jeon brothers, I thought bitterly.

Jeon Jihyun looked absolutely stricken at the thought of losing his wife.

“I’ve asked Lisa to take the first flight out. She called me this morning, hysterical. It was something done in the heat of the moment. She .. She’s very apologetic. I believe her and I’m willing to forgive her. We’re…. We’re thinking of starting a family together. ” He said softly and my stomach turned.

I felt my skin go ice cold as I wrapped my arms around myself. Shivering just a bit, I lightly squeezed Sana’s hand. She looked at me in askance and I had to swallow to get my voice out, throat dry. The words made me want to retch. I could imagine how Jungkook would take this news.

“Can you get me my shawl? It’s in the green room.” I said hoarsely. She bowed before moving away from me and when I looked back up, Jihyun’s gaze caught mine.

“This must be hard on you.” He said softly and I flushed, staring down at my knees.

“Not like I can run from it. Literally or figuratively.” I smiled without mirth.

“Jungkook is …he’s just confused. He needs some time to sort himself out. I’ve asked him to take a break and come back to Seoul after a couple of weeks. The separation would do him some good.” Jihyun said quietly and I sighed before nodding. What else was I supposed to say to that anyway? There wasn’t much I could do, my influence on things almost nonexistent at this point.

“Are you going to give the boy a break, Jeon?” My father demanded, staring at Jungkook’s father who sighed.

“Yes. I’ve been trying to get these damned reporters off our back. They’re all over the place. And yes, I think Jungkook should stay in Japan for a while. We’re starting a new distribution branch there and I wanted him to scout places and possible vendors. I’ll tell him to hash out all the details before coming back.”

His phone rang again and he excused himself . I watched him leave the room, trying to make sense of his words.

How long would it take to build a whole branch in Japan? I had no clue. But it could hardly be done in a few weeks, could it?

“That’s.. That’s a long time.” I said hesitantly and my father frowned.

“is that a problem?” he asked.

I sighed. There was no point keeping this to myself. I was supposed to go to the doctor’s tomorrow. And well, it would be better if they heard it from me first.

“I.. I’m pregnant.” I said quietly.

The silence that followed was deafening. I stared at the carpet, not able to bring myself to look up at them. I could guess, what I’d find there. It was what I always found in people’s faces.

“Oh, sweet child.” My father’s sigh made me look up and there it was. The pity. I felt sick to my stomach. Sana returned, settling the hand knit shawl over my shoulders and I wrapped it tight, before glancing at her in some desperation. She smiled reassuringly, settling next to me and gently taking my fingers in hers. The warmth grounded me for a second and when Jihyun growled, I stared at him.

“I… I didn’t know. Fuck, I’m going to kill Jungkook. This fucker…” Jihyung swore and my father sighed, clearly thinking hard.

“you can’t be staying alone now.” He said softly, sitting up and cracking his knuckles, and I swallowed. I wouldn’t bear it if they tried to take me back home. I had hated it there.

“ You must come back home with me.” He said softly but I quickly shook my head.

“ No.. No I won’t. I … Please.” I begged, the mere idea of going back to my childhood home a nightmare. My mother would kill me with just her sharp and vindictive words. I was in no shape to put up with her verbal and emotional abuse. It was one of the things that had made me agree to marry Jungkook in the first place.

“Well, you can’t stay here by yourself.” My father protested. I’ve been by myself my whole damn life, I wanted to scream.

“I’ll be fine. I have Sana and the others to help me.” I said tiredly. My father shook his head before turning to Jihyun again.

“Is Namjoon still working on his book?” My father asked him and Jihyun frowned. The name elicited a tug in my memory and I turned to stare at my father, confused.

“You remember him? He used to tutor you when you were hi High School.”

I had a brief flashback to dimples and almond shaped eyes. I remembered him vaguely. Very vaguely. But nowhere well enough to want him to live with me, alone or not.

“Dad…” I protested but he held a hand up to silence me, nodding at Jihyun .

“Namjoon? Kim Namjoon? ” He shook his head. “ I’m not sure. Why?”

“I think it would be good if he moves in here. His father was telling me that he was looking for a place to stay, now that he’s moved back to Korea. ” My father said softly, staring at me and I stiffened.

“Father…” I began desperately and my father shook his head.

“Don’t argue. He was a dear friend of yours. I don’t think you should be alone at a time like this. And I think Jungkook would approve. Like Jihyun said, the kid needs some space to sort himself out. Let him finish whatever business is going on in Japan.” My father glanced at Mr. Jeon who looked at me with guilt.

“I owe you an apology , on behalf of my idiot son.”

I looked away, not sure what to say to that. I hated the man quite passionately. Jungkook wasn’t perfect… far from it. But this man had taken a sledgehammer to my husband’s mind and heart at every turn. The disdain, the condescension, the sick way he favored his brother over him, the way nothing Jungkook did was ever good enough. It had all taken a toll on my husband. I had watched it chip away at Jungkook’s self confidence, at his mental health.

“I think more than anything, you owe an apology to your son. You knew he was in love with Lisa and yet…. You forced him to marry me.” I said quietly and the room went eerily quiet. My father rounded on me , eyes blazing.

“Leah!!! Apologize, now!” He roared and I looked away.

“You’re all the same. Ungrateful and entitled.” Mr. Jeon said sharply, before turning to his son. “ I’m leaving Jihyun-ah. Tell me when that wife of yours get home. I want to talk to her.”

He shared a half hug with my father before stalking off and my father grabbed his jacket as well.

“I’ll leave as well. Your mother is being quite hysterical. Apparently, all her friends are hounding her about the article.” He sighed and I nodded , watching him shrug on the jacket before nodding at Jihyun and then following his friend out to the front doors.

Jihyun stayed standing , watching my father’s form disappear through the door before turning to me.

“ Are you alright?” He said quietly, moving to kneel in front of me. Sana stood up, bowing before leaving and I watched her disappear into the hallway leading to the kitchens. Jihyun’s fingers wrapped around mine, brushing my knees and I stared down at him.

“The question is, are you alright?” I brushed the hair off his face. He sighed.

“No. No I’m not. I’m angry and jealous and very much filled with resentment towards my brother.” He said honestly and I laughed, tugging on his hand and patting the seat next to me. He straightened before moving to settle next to me and I leaned on his shoulders, sighing as he wrapped on around me, the warmth of his body comforting .

“Are you going to give your marriage a chance?” I asked carefully.

“She told me she was going to break things off for good. We.. We’ve been talking about it. Starting a family, making this work.” He said quietly. I nodded. It was understandable. Unlike Jungkook and I , Jihyun had a responsibility. He would need a son and even though people liked to act like they didn’t care much about gender, like they didn’t care much about having children , it was sort of an unspoken rule. First son of the house ? You had to have a male heir to carry the family name.

I wondered how that conversation had gone between Jungkook and Lisa. It didn’t really match the photo I’d seen.

“I suppose Jungkook probably put up a fight. He genuinely wants to end up with her. He… He tells me often that he loves her and can’t love anyone else. ” I wondered if I ought to feel embarrassed or insulted.

But the truth was, I was numb to a lot of things that had once hurt quite a lot..

The conversation with Jungkook about my pregnancy had definitely cleared things up for me. There was nothing there worth salvaging. Chasing something that wasn’t real , that was foolishness. Especially when I had a very real baby to think about. A child that counted on me to make the right choices.

“I don’t think he did. She spoke to me last night and said that he agreed. Of course that was before the article came out. I’d like to think she didn’t lie to me but I’m not sure.”

I sighed, settling in closer to his chest. He was warm and firm, solid and reliable. I wondered if it would have been easier, if my father had just married me off to Jihyun instead. Jihyun and I …we were alike. We had been friends , even from childhood. Had watched with fond adoration as our younger siblings had fallen madly, wildly in love. Jungkook and Liza had been drawn to each other from the first. Inevitable.

Jihyun and I were more carefree. We didn’t feel things that intensely and perhaps that was why we could sit here in the calm of the afternoon air, quiet and introspective when we ought to be furious and raging.

“ Should we run off together? You and i?” He said suddenly making me laugh.

“Very much incapable of running.” I reminded him with a grin and he squeezed my shoulder .

“I’d carry you.” He said simply.

“Where would we go?” I asked curiously, indulging the fantasy for just a few minutes.

“Somewhere far away. Maybe India? There’s so many people there and we could get lost in the crowds.”

“That does sound appealing.” I smiled and turned to look up at him. His face inches from mine, not as handsome as Jungkook but strong featured and kind. “ But I’m not alone anymore. I have a child.”

His gaze dipped to my lap.

“Yes. Jungkook’s child.” He said thoughtfully.

“No. Mine. Nobody else’s . Just mine.” I said quietly. Jihyun’s gaze softened. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, echoing his father’s words.” On behalf of my idiot brother, I’m sorry.”

And where Mr. Jeon’s words hadn’t made any sort of impact, Jihyun’s made my heart clench and ache in the worst way. Self pity was something I loathed but sometimes, being handed the short end of the stick at every turn in life makes it impossible to not feel sorry for yourself.

Tears stung, welling up in my eyes and spilling over my lashes like water bubbling out of an aquifer.

I blinked slowly, not bothering to wipe them as they traced a path down my face, dripping into the fabric of my shawl. In a moment of clarity I wondered what Jungkook must be going through now. Nothing good for sure.

It definitely said something, that I still worried for him. Sighing, I let Jihyun hug me closer. I would take advantage of his kindness for a few more minutes. It had been a while since someone had held me like I mattered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I called Jungkook that evening.

It wasn’t an easy choice but my heart ached and my mind raced with unanswered questions. I didn’t want to get lost in my own thoughts so I didn’t overthink it. We were still married. I was allowed to call him.

He picked up on the third ring.

“Where are you?” I asked quietly and Jungkook’s groan made my face heat up a little.

“I… Leah?” He sounded groggy. I glanced at the time. It wasn’t late.

“Are you sleeping?”

He didn’t reply for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry about what happened. We.. We didn’t do anything else. It was just.. it was a kiss. Just that.”

“Are you still in the hotel?” I asked quietly ignoring his words.

“ For tonight, yes. Dad wants me to stay with a friend of his. I’ll be going over to their place tomorrow morning.” He replied .

Silence followed for a few seconds.

“Namjoon is moving in tomorrow.” I said stiffly.

Jungkook didn’t respond for a minute or so.

“Yes. Father said it’s a good idea. And I agree. You shouldn’t be alone while I’m here. He’s right. Hyung’s a nice guy. He’ll help you out.” Jungkook said softly.

“Liza came home. She wanted to talk to me.” I said quietly.

Jungkook didn’t reply and I sighed.

“I told her I wasn’t going to talk to her before I talked to you. I don’t… I don’t want to say anything to her that I haven’t already said before. But I still want to know your thoughts on all this. Your plans, that is. I take it you weren’t happy with her ending things.” I said stiltedly.

Jungkook didn’t reply for a few seconds.

“Things between us ended a long time ago, Leah. It was over when we both agreed to marry other people. Maybe even before that, I don’t know… I … I guess I just didn’t want to acknowledge them.” He said quietly. “ She’s different, now. Even that kiss felt so wrong. She’s moving on. I’m glad in a way. She deserves better than me. She deserves someone like hyung. He’s better than me in everyway and-”

God I wanted to strangle him.

“So why did you kiss her?” I snapped. “ If you’re so generously letting her go why would you…” I stopped.

“I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. It was barely for a second.” He muttered. “ whoever it was must’ve been videoing us for a while.”

I had to remind myself that in the grand scheme of things, this little detail made no difference.

“Right.” I sighed. “ So, you won’t be home for a while?”

“Six weeks at least.” He said quietly.

I tried to keep the disappointment down. I still wanted to see him, just to make sure he was okay. But I knew that was just the pregnancy hormones talking.

“Okay.” I said simply.

“How are you? Did you go see the doctor?” He asked softly and the question surprised me. I was half sure he had forgotten.

“No, not yet. Maybe in a couple of days.” I scratched at a small stain on my skirt. Lime juice and baking soda, I thought absently. That should get the stain out.

“Its pretty late. You should go see the doctor, Leah. I.. I looked stuff up. They say you have to be on pre natal vitamins, folic acid and iron supplements and you have to have a balanced diet. I called Sana earlier and told her to speak to our doctor and get a diet chart for you. She said she’ll do it soon. So , please take care of yourself.”

Jungkook sounded entirely serious and as always my brain felt muddled, unable to process why he did the things he did. He had looked things up about the pregnancy and that implied some sort of interest, didn’t it? But ….. he had also kissed my sister so what was I supposed to do with this?

“I’ll call you.” I said shakily, drained. I was done for the day.

“Right.” He said softly. “ Namjoon hyung will be there tomorrow right? Should I talk to him? He could take you to the doctor.”

“No.. That’s fine. I’ll manage.” I said quickly.

“You’re sure?” There was genuine worry there.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“Alright.”

Silence again. I exhaled shakily.

“Should I hang up?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah. Good night. ” He breathed.

“Good night, Jungkook.”

Click.

I stared at the wall, gently lowering the phone and placing it on the bed next to me.

She deserves better than me, his voice echoed in my head.

Well, so did I.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Namjoon looked nothing like the twenty one year old college student I’d seen a decade ago. I knew he was a successful novelist and I’d read all his books. They were mostly philosophical or commentaries on life and emotions. I enjoyed the way he wrote : melancholic and deep but also clear and easy to understand. It was like staring at a particularly deep pool, being able to see all the way down to the bottom because of how clean the waters were. But once you put your feet in, the depth always surprised you.

“That’s a lot of books.” I laughed, gripping the edge of the door frame as I watched him stumble under the weight of a crate full of bound books. Namjoon’s messy brown hair peeked over the top, and when he adjusted the huge load to stare at me, I caught sight of his handsome face stretched in a dimpled grin, eyes glinting.

“Research.” He grunted, straightening himself up and I watched the flex of his muscles as he carefully moved to place the crate down in one corner of the large bedroom that I’d had cleaned for him. It was on the west wing of the house, parallel to my own bedroom that I shared with Jungkook . Namjoon had spent three years working as a professor somewhere in Indonesia. And I knew that he’d spent a year backpacking all over Scandinavia. I stared at his tall strapping figure, watching him set up his writing space carefully, sorting out boxes and electronics.

He had driven here in his Range Rover and I knew all his clothes were still there in the back of the car.

“Should I ask the footmen to get your clothes?” I asked and he glanced up at me, frowning.

“Footmen?” He looked confused and I rolled my eyes.

“Namjoon…” I said chidingly and he grinned again.

“I keep forgetting you’re filthy rich. Makes me wish I should have beaten Jungkook to the game and bagged myself a rich wife.” He winked. It was a joke but there was no mistaking the hint of interest in his eye. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. Being married to Jungkook had definitely made me question the attraction I held for men so it felt good, having someone as handsome and whole and successful as Namjoon look at me like that.

“I’ll ask them to get your clothes. You should shower and settle in. We’ll meet for dinner tonight.” I said quickly and he nodded.

“You’re going to be okay heading back to your room? Let me know if you need help.” He pointed at my feet and I nodded. It was sweet of him to offer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dinner was surprisingly not awkward at all. Namjoon had a lot of interesting stories to share and I found myself clinging to ever word in rapt attention. He spoke about all the folklore he’d run into in different places, how he thought that no matter the culture, there were always some common things you could find in every one of them. He also talked a little about his next book, which he hadn’t named yet.

“It’s about second chances. Forgiving and moving on.” He said, taking another bite of his braised pork and moving to make another lettuce wrap.

“ Heavy stuff.” I said thoughtfully. “ Most of my writing is commercial. I just try to sell stuff to reluctant people. It’s not much but it keeps me occupied and it’s always nice to make money that you can call your own.”

“It’s because you don’t write for yourself. When you start writing for yourself, you can truly be who you are.” He said firmly and I nodded in agreement.

My writing in college had been vivid and bright and filled with life. But after the accident, it had turned grey and gloomy. The words seemed to drip with loss and longing and I didn’t enjoy it, because it was a reminder that I was no longer the vibrant, attractive fulsome girl I once was.

“Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.” I smiled. “ Being who I am. I would rather pretend I’m at least a little alright.”

Namjoon stared at me, thoughtful.

“You used to run track.” He said softly and I grinned.

“You remember.” I said, pleased.

“Of course I do and you were captain of the volleyball team as well. You used to organize all those hikes and treks and stuff.”

“Yes I did. I loved the outdoors.” I stared out of the window.

“Loved? Past tense?” He tilted his head. I stared at him, shaking my head.

“What kind of question is that.” I shook my head. “ Look at me. I’m not trekking anytime soon, considering how the last time ended.”

“You can still go out.” He frowned. “ When was the last time you went somewhere?”

I shook my head.

“Oppa…”

“Listen. You know me. You’ve known me for more than a decade. Do you honestly think I’m going to let you rattle around this old house like a ghost when you should be out there taking in all the sunshine you can get?” Namjoon placed his chopsticks down and linked his fingers together, staring at me.

I stared at him, and it was definitely there. The concern, the affection. Not that different from when I was sixteen and struggling to understand what pathos meant.

But now there was a definite undercurrent of attraction. Back then it had been childish, the wild crush of a teenager on her hot tutor but now, now I knew that he was so much more than just a hot guy.

“I’m pregnant.” I said softly, more a reminder to myself than anything else.

Namjoon grinned.

“We’ll steer clear of horse riding and alcohol. Anything else you can just let me know.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“I think I’m getting one now.” I deadpanned.

“Because you’re nervous.” He grinned.

“Because your dimples look too adorable.” I retorted.

He laughed.

“I’ll talk to Jihyun and we’ll go see your doctor first. Then we’ll go out and have a nice picnic.”

“Namjoon, I can’t…”

“You don’t know that.” He said firmly.” You don’t know if you can or can’t because you’ve never tried. Listen I love picnics and I love going out and I want company. I’m agreeing to be stuck with you for a while and the least you can do is give me company at a picnic. You know how big a loser I’d seem like if I went by myself?”

It was like I was sixteen again getting brow beaten into things by a tutor who just hated the idea of not getting his way. I shook my head fondly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fourteen weeks. Three and a half months.

I stared at the ultrasound, feeling a multitude of things, not all of them good. The baby was growing well and I had all my prescriptions filled. Namjoon had offered to come with me but I had refused. It was too intimate and he was still a stranger. I did take a photo of the ultrasound and sent it to Jungkook.

/Jungkook called me back almost at once.

“You went to the doctor?” He asked, sounding a little breathless.

“Were you running?” I asked, surprised.

“Not really. I’m supposed to be meeting one of the vendors for lunch and I thought I could walk to the restaurant but its farther than I thought.” He huffed.

“Everything’s fine. Baby’s due in July.” I said quietly.

“Summer. That’s good.” He replied. “Right?”

I hesitated. What did that mean? What did it matter when the baby would be born?

“Because winter would mean it being too cold . Summer we can take the baby out and stuff without worrying too much.” Jungkook said softly.

Oh.

“How’s work?” I asked awkwardly. The non conversation was getting tedious. There was just so much to talk about and it was obvious that both of us weren’t in the mood to actually ask or answer anything worthwhile.

“Did dad say something?” Jungkook asked quickly and I frowned.

“No. Why?”

“He wants me to join hyung in the corporate office. Leave the smelter units.” Jungkook sounded subdued and upset and I felt sympathy well inside me.

“Join him? As what?” I asked quietly.

“Head of the marketing department. I’ll be reporting to Seokjin hyung.” Jungkook had clearly started walking again, breath coming in little exhales.

“You don’t want it?” I asked confused, not sure if this was a good or bad thing.

“I mean… I have a degree in Business and Finance. Hyung’s the CEO , I was hoping I’d be the CFO.” Jungkook sighed, “ But I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t disown me altogether after what happened earlier.”

I stayed quiet and so did he.

“We need to talk . When you get back. You … I know you don’t like sharing about what you feel but you owe me an explanation.” I said firmly.

“I know. But I meant what I said when I left. I’m going to be there for you and the baby. You’re still my wife. That’s not going to change.”

I ran my fingers over the ultrasound.

“Did you also mean the part where you said you can’t stand me.” I said bitterly .

Jungkook didn’t reply.

“I… You know I didn’t. That was just something I said on impulse. I’m sorry. You’re… You’ve been nothing but good to me. And honestly, just the fact that you’re carrying my child is proof that I can definitely stand you.” He sounded just a little hoarse.

I bit my lips, staring up at the door when I heard a knock.

“Leah? I’m going to have some tea in the garden … You wanna come with?” Namjoon’s voice rang through the room and I froze.

“Oh.. Oh.. yes. I’ll be down.” I said quickly, nodding . Namjoon pointed at the phone and gave to thumbs up before moving back out.

“Was that Namjoon hyung?” Jungkook’s voice came over the line.

“Oh… yeah. Yeah, he’s… he wants me to have tea with him in the gardens.” I said awkwardly.

“That’s nice. You should go. Get out of the house once in a while.” I didn’t know what to say to that so I stayed quiet.

After another minute or so of silence, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“ I got that form you sent in for me to fill, about my medical history. I’ll fill it up and mail it to the doctor’s office. Is that alright?” He asked hesitantly. “ If not I can fly back home. If they need me in person or something.”

I frowned a bit.

“They don’t need you in person, Jungkook of course not. Mail it, that’s fine.”

Another pause.

“This is really happening huh? A baby. We’re having a baby.” The exhaustion in his voice was palpable and I wondered.

“Yes. We are.” I said simply, not having anything else to elaborate on. It was happening. I was torn between pleasure at having something to look forward to and guilt at forcing Jungkook into a role he wasn’t ready for. But , for better or for worse we were married. The child was his. It would be a Jeon.

“ I’ll do better.” He said quietly. “ With the little one. I’ll be better.”

Tears these days, sprung up out of nowhere I thought miserably, furiously swiping at my face.

“Leah?” His voice came over the line. “ Leah are you there?”

“I need to go.”

“Alright.”

“Take care of yourself too, Jungkook.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Loneliness .

It’s such an odd sort of feeling. Sometimes you get used to it so much, that you forget all about it.

It stays , a part of you that doesn’t make much of an impression on you until one day, suddenly it becomes unbearable,

Until you get a glimpse of what it’s like to not be lonely.

And then suddenly it’s like a deep chasm of longing and desperation just opens up inside you, craving love and warmth and company with a hunger that feels like it can never ever be satisfied.

I’d never paid much mind to the fact that my life revolved around myself, my writing and the flowers in the garden. Not until Namjoon had come, demanding to be felt and seen and heard .

Namjoon hadn’t joked about not letting me rattle around the house. Our days were spent sprawled on the lawns of the Jeon estate, each of us occupied with our own writing . Namjoon typed away on his laptop while I preferred my leather bound notebook. It was oddly soothing, lying there on the clean cut grass, the sharp blades rubbing against my bare legs, as I leaned back against a tree trunk, watching Namjoon’s furrowed brows as he wrote.

Namjoon had changed in a lot of ways and yet he was still somehow just as I remembered, focused and often lost in his own head. He was a contemplative man and seemed to spend as much time reading as he did writing.

“There’s a poetry club that meets every Tuesday in Gangnam. Would you like to come with me?” He asked casually, about a week after he’d moved in and I considered it. The paparazzi had finally stopped hanging about the estate and Jungkook had called the previous night with a ETA for when he would be back.

Four weeks at most, he had said firmly and I wasn’t sure if I was feeling all that excited for his return anymore. Days spent with Namjoon were more exciting. He included me in every little thing and I was addicted.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was probably wrong. Namjoon was sweet and kind but I was still married. But on the wake of that thought came the bitter reminder that there was nothing between Jungkook and I. He was in love with someone else. Why should I deny myself the joy of Namjoon’s company over a relationship that really wasn’t a relationship at all.

Namjoon treated me as an equal, teased and flirted like there was nothing wrong with the two of us living like this, together and away from the rest of the world and I liked it. It made me feel like perhaps happiness wasn’t such an abstract, unreachable thing after all. That perhaps I could find happiness like this. In friendship and mindless conversation with a man who didn’t see me as a burden.

“I’d love that.” I said with a smile, letting my fingers knit together with his.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Scorned wife getting even? We spotted the recently cheated on Mrs Jeon getting cozy with a strapping, buff hottie in a private restaurant last Friday and we can’t help but wonder if perhaps the reclusive lady is trying to get back at her husband by flashing her own boytoy.” Namjoon read cheerfully from his phone, looking way too entertained as he showed me the zoomed photo of us holding hands over the dinner table .

“That’s quite the description they’ve put for you.” I grimaced, sipping my chamomile tea slowly. My father and Mr. Jeon had reacted with their usual anger, threatening to sue the gossip rag for libel but it was pointless. They would keep being intrusive rats. There was nothing much to be done beyond enduring them.

“My agent’s losing his mind. He’s been at me trying to get me to agree to book signings and public appearances and he’s pissed that this is the way I get introduced to Seoul’s High society. Poor guy.” Namjoon chuckled and I felt guilt churn.

“I’m sorry, Namjoon. I really didn’t think they’d be following me. I mean… usually they’re only tailing Jungkook but I guess with the whole thing with Lisa , they’re just looking for ways to make things worse.” I said hesitantly.

Namjoon hesitated, staring at me for a few seconds.

“We never really talked about how things are.” He said quietly. “ Between you and Jungkook, that is.”

I ran the edge of my chopsticks on the brim of my soup bowl.

“ There’s not much to say. He’s…. He’s still sorting things out. With my sister.” I smiled a little. It ached a lot less, I realized with surprise.

“They loved each other deeply.” Namjoon said softly. “ that sort of thing doesn’t go away that quickly.”

I nodded.

“Of course. And I’ve been …understanding of that. I like to think.”

“But its unfair to you. You deserve to be loved too. Fully and well .”

I leaned back to stare at him.

“Are you offering?” I laughed, teasing.

Namjoon didn’t smile, leaning forward instead.

“Depends. Will you ever consider leaving him, for me?” He said seriously.

My heart turned over inside me.

“Namjoon…” I choked out and he reached out and lightly touched my palm.

“I know how marriages work with people like you, so I think I should draw boundaries now, if I want to keep myself safe.” He smiled a bit.

“I’m pregnant. With his child.” I swallowed and Namjoon’s brows went up.

“I thought it was your child. Yours and no one else’s.”

I felt torn, staring at him and wanting to say that I didn’t consider Jungkook as the child’s father, not in the way most people did. But I also remembered my husbands determined voice, the way he kept insisting that he wouldn’t neglect the child.

“Its not about Jungkook or the child, Leah. Its about you. You married Jungkook knowing he was in love with your sister and that tells me that you listen to your parents. You don’t want to stand up against the rules set by our parents and I don’t fault you for it. But I can’t let myself fall for you, knowing you’re going to be bound by your obligations to yurr family.”

I shook my head.

“Don’t fall in love with me.” I said easily. “ You’re right. My family comes first. And whether I want to be or not, I’m bound to Jungkook for life. So don’t fall in love with me.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Alright then.”

“Do you want to move out?” I asked bitterly and he looked genuinely surprised.

“What?”

“You clearly think I’m trying to seduce you or something when really, I-“

“Hey. Hey, Leah…no. No alright, that’s not what I meant. These two weeks, it was amazing. I love your mind and you’re easily one of my favorite people on this planet. We’re friends. And we’ll stay friends no matter what but you must know why I said what I said. You’re a beautiful woman and I’m a lonely guy.” He smiled a bit, “ I just don’t want to make it hard for myself when you want me to leave.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jungkook arrived back in Korea on a cold, rainy morning and against my better judgment I let Jihyun and Lisa drag me to the airport. It was some kind of publicity stunt, that much I could fathom but I didn’t know if Jungkook was in on it. I hadn’t spoken to him in a few days, he had been busy wrapping things up with the new branch in Japan.

It was another bad day for my leg and I found myself leaning heavily on my sister, her arm wrapped around my waist as we walked over to the waiting area. I could already identify a few men with cameras staring at us discreetly. Paparazzi . I saw them move their cameras down to the now obvious curve of my stomach and I swallowed. I could already imagine the articles wondering who the father was : Jungkook or Namjoon.

“You alright?” My sister asked worriedly and I nodded, not looking at her. Lisa hadn’t been discouraged by initial refusal to speak to her, keeping at it till I finally caved and let her visit me at the estate. She didn’t love Jungkook anymore, she insisted . It was over. They were over . She wanted to give her marriage a chance. Very sweet and nice, that. And it was obvious that she wasn’t lying, what with the way she and her husband kept

Jihyun and Lisa had made amends with each other and it annoyed me that they seemed to be madly in love with each other all of a sudden. Like the past couple months hadn’t even happened. I stared down at my wedding ring feeling stricken. Was it unfair that I resented them for this? Why hadn’t the two of them thought of this, of breaking things off and moving on before the damn wedding. And then maybe Jungkook and I would have had a real marriage too.

Bitter and hormonal was definitely not a good combination I thought with a wince, fingers splaying on the curve of my lower belly. It was so odd, being pregnant. The extra weight somehow foreign but also …so soothing. The last scan had shown that I had an anterior placenta and that meant that I may not feel movements for a while. I didn’t mind, having found comfort in just tracing my palm over the bare skin of my stomach.

“There he is.” Jihyun’s voice made me look up and ure enough there he was.

It wasn’t the longest we’d been away from each other and yet, I felt my heart leap at the sight of him. He truly was a very handsome man, I thought miserably. And no matter what people said, it was infinitely more difficult to hate your husband when he looked that good.

Jungkook’s eyes caught mine first and I saw the way his gaze dipped straight to the curve of my bump. Even from the ten feet between us , I saw hi lips part in surprise , eyes going wide. It probably hadn’t felt real to him till now, I thought biting my lips as he carefully handed his bags over to the two chauffeurs who had rushed to help him.

Jihyun wasted no time in bounding over and hugging his little brother tight.

I glanced at the man who had been taking photos, pleased to see the surprise in his face. Was he hoping that the CEO would punch his little brother in the face ? Idiots. Lisa stayed by my side and I exhaled shakily.

“ Dad told me something and I want to know if its true.” I said quietly.

She didn’t reply.

I took a deep breath, still watching the two brothers embrace each other, Jungkook’s face buried in Jihyun’s shoulders. I could see him shaking just a little and I felt my gut clench.

“He told me that …that you never told him that you wanted to marry Jungkook. That when he suggested Jihyun you agreed at once.”

She looked away.

“Lets talk about this later.” She said quietly.

“Does Jungkook know?” I demanded. “ Because he spent that first month of our marriage cursing our father out for forcing you to marry Jihyun. Forcing. And dad says that he did no such thing. So what is the truth.”

Lisa didn’t respond.

“Jungkook knows.” She said finally, “ I told him… the truth. When we were in Japan.” and I laughed in disbelief.

“Was that before or after you kissed him?” I snapped and she looked genuinely pained.

“Leah, I never meant to hurt you or Jungkook.” She said shakily.

“My God.” I shook my head. “ I always knew you were a selfish, greedy person but I didn’t take you for being a liar and a deceitful coward. ”

She stared down at her feet.

“Yes. I’m greedy..” She whispered “ And you may not understand it now but I did it for you and for Jungkook.”

She moved away and I watched as Jihyun pulled away from Jungkook, still holding his arm as he held a hand out to Lisa. The smile on her face seemed genuine as she took her husband’s hand and I shifted my gaze to mine. Jihyun and Lisa walked away to their car and Jungkook stepped closer to me, his face stoic and impossible to read.

“Leah.” He said quietly, dark hair falling into even darker eyes.

I didn’t reply, merely stepping up to gently press my palms on either side of his face.

“Welcome back.” I said softly, before reaching up and kissing him full on the lips. Jungkook’s entire body went stiff as a board at the gesture but he didn’t pull away , thankfully. It felt cold and impersonal and barely lasted a few seconds but hopefully the man had gotten a few good shots. I closed my eyes for effect, running my thumb over the clean shaven curve of his jaw, before pulling away slowly.

I peered over Jungkook’s shoulder, just to make sure and sure enough, the man was moving closer to get better angles. I smiled a little. Good. That should hold these vultures off for a while. I turned back to Jungkook and his eyes followed my gaze catching sight of the man with the camera and his entire body seemed to go stiff with anger.

“Why did you do that?” He growled and I bit my lips.

“You know why.” I made to turn away but he gripped my arm, hard. So hard that I winced.

“What are you doing?” I asked panicking, glancing at the man who was still watching.

“Since when did you start pandering to those pigs?” He whispered angrily and I flinched.

“Your father wants to introduce you to the Board of directors this weekend.” I whispered quietly, “Most of them read the news Jungkook. The last news about us can’t be about you cheating on me.”

“That’s my business. And I’ll deal with it. We’re not doing this, Leah. I’m not putting on some kind of act just to please my fucking father.” He looked furious and the taut line of his jaw made me flinch.

“I’m sorry.” I said quickly, guilt churning inside me. He was right. I shouldn’t have done that without talking to him about it but I knew that the scandal with him and Lisa wouldn’t go down well with the Board. And the Board generally had a direct say on who got hired to top managerial positions.

“I just want you to get that job.” I said softly and he stared at me, stiff body relaxing marginally.

“Let’s just go home. Yeah?” Jungkook said tiredly and I bit my lips.

Less than fifteen minutes since he came home and we were already at odds with each other.

The most ill suited couple in the universe, I thought with a grimace as he stepped right next to me and wrapped a hand around my waist.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had a very terrible tendency to forget taking my pills. So I generally left them by the bedside table. Stepping out of the shower, I found Jungkook sitting on my side of the bed, examining the bottle carefully. I tugged on the white t shirt I had on, suddenly embarrassed because it was Jungkook’s

I’d asked to borrow a couple over the phone, simply because I no longer fit into my own and the ones I’d ordered weren’t here yet. Jungkook had agreed but still, it felt awkward when he was wearing the exact same t shirt himself.

He turned around when I moved to the vanity to put on moisturizer for the night and through the reflection I saw his gaze linger on my attire.

“Aspirin? Didn’t know that was part of pre natal vitamins?” He said seriously and I blinked., surprised. I turned around to stare at him, licking my lips nervously.

“How much research did you do?” I asked, genuinely curious and he flushed.

“I had a lot of free time. “ He said defensively. “ These six weeks.”

I frowned, before turning back to grab the small pot of night cream from the draw.

“My blood pressure is a little elevated. My mother had pre eclampsia with my sister and they just want to be careful.”

“Pre eclampsia?” Jungkook’s voice was fraught with nervousness and I turned back to see him almost white as a sheet.

“Jungkook…I.. its nothing serious.” I said hastily and his jaw went even more taut.

“What do you mean its not serious? Do you even know what it is?” He demanded.

“Do you?” I snapped back, annoyed at being treated like I was an errant child.

“I know that it’s the leading cause of maternal death during birth.” He all but shouted and I flinched.

“Okay…that’s only in extreme cases.” I held both my hands up. “ it’s a bit too premature to be panicking over that.”

Jungkook opened his mouth, as though to argue but then seemed to calm himself down.

“When’s your next check up?” He asked casually.

“This weekend. But its okay, Namjoon is-“

“I’ll come with you. I.. I want to come with you.” He said quietly.

I stared at him, feeling too awkward to outright refuse.

“You have the meeting with the Board. This weekend.” I said softly.

“So?” Jungkook shrugged. “ I’ll just tell them your appointment and health is more important to me. Besides isn’t that what you wanted? The reason you kissed me at the airport? You want the board to think we’re happily in love. I think that would be an excellent way to show them that. ”

Jungkook stared at me , head tilted curiously, daring me to deny what I had old him myself.

Sighing, I nodded.

“Alright.” I managed a weak smile. “ You can come with me.”

“Namjoon hyung left today, you said?” He asked casually.

I nodded.

“I should send him a bottle of his favorite wine for taking care of you so well. You look good.”

“He did it because he wanted to. Because he enjoyed it.” I retorted, his words rubbing me just a little wrong.

Jungkook smiled although it was more of a smirk.

“I’m sure he did. But I’m here now. And I did promise you that I’ll be there for you.”

“For the baby.” I said sharply, not liking the way he looked. The things he seemed to b implying.” You promised me you’d be there for the baby.”

“And right now, said baby is inside you.” He grinned now and I felt my pulse quicken at the sight. Jungkook didn’t smile with me. It wasn’t something that happened. At all. “ So I’ll have to take care of you.”

I stared at him, biting my lips.

“What are you doing?” I demanded. “My sister told you she never wanted you so now you want to start fucking me again?”

It was cruel. A terrible thing to say and I regretted it at once.

The smile faded.

“What?”

“ I…fuck Jungkook.” I groaned.

“is that what you think of me? Need I remind you that you were the one who came to me all those months ago? I never…. I would never force myself on you, Leah.” He looked like he’d been stabbed and I heart clenched.

“Jungkook , I…”

“I’ve been honest. Through all of this I’ve been honest to you. I lied to your sister, I lied to my father and fuck I even lied to myself. But I’ve been honest with you , Leah.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?!” I cried out, despairing. “ You were in love with my sister and –“

“And she wanted to marry my brother.” Jungkook yelled, standing up and turning to me, eyes blazing. “ All along. Know what she told me Leah? That it was never supposed to be me. That five years of us being together…it was because she was in love with my brother and she couldn’t bear the thought of being alone. She started dating me to make him jealous and when she saw that I spent so much time with Jihyun she stuck around . So she could spend time with him.” He shook his head.

I stared at him, horrified.

“Jungkook….”

“I thought I could never feel more pathetic than when I stood there listening her tel me how she never felt a single thing for me. But wow…. Thank you for proving me wrong. Because right now, standing here begging you to let me a part of the child we both made knowing you only see me as some kind of pervert just looking to get into your bed….” he shook his head,” I feel worse. I feel dirty.”

My throat went dry.

“You know what?” He moved to the closet and to my horror he grabbed a bunch of his clothes and a small suitcase. “ I’m going to go get a Hotel room.”

“What? No… Jungkook, wait!” I rushed to his side, grabbing his arm but he threw my hand off quickly.

“Ask Namjoon hyung to move back in. Better yet, tell dad the truth. That you think I’m disgusting. That the thought of me being in your life makes you sick. Tell him you want a divorce and-“

“It’s a girl.” I exhaled sharply.

Jungkook went completely still.

I swallowed, my heart racing so fast I couldn’t catch my breath.

I took a deep breath and moved to lightly touch his back, fingers splaying on the broad expanse of his shoulder blade .

He turned around at that and my heart lurched at the tear tracks down his cheeks. He looked wrecked.

“ A girl?” He whispered.

I bit my lips, nodding.

“We’re having a little girl.” He looked a little shell shocked.

“Yes. And hopefully, she isn’t as dramatic as her father.” I said softly, grabbing the dozen or so t shirts he’d pulled out of the closet and pushing them back into the shelves.

Jungkook didn’t protest, still staring into space, probably just taking the news in. I felt awful for one second because I hadn’t even cared all that much when the technician had told me.

I closed the closet door and moved back to the vanity trying to process all that had been said in the last five minutes, only to feel a headache come on. I would think about it tomorrow.

I finished braiding my hair when Jungkook’s voice came from the bed.

“If you don’t want me to intrude into your space you can tell me. I’m okay with only getting information about the baby.” He said quietly.

I stared at myself in the mirror.

I turned to him slowly. i took a deep breath, considered that what i was going to say would likely change everything between us. But i had to.

I’ve always been honest with you Leah, He had said and I decided that perhaps he deserved some honesty in return.

“I think I’m in love with Namjoon.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author’s Note : these two are such a mess istg.

ooh i don’t have a taglist for this so please comment if you wanna be on it.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fics #bts smut fics #bts smut #jungkook arranged marriage #bts arranged marriage au #bts fanfic #bts smut fic #bts fics

492 notes · View notes

navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

Text

Birthday girl

I can't believe I did that, but here we are. This fits the "Multiple partners/gangbang" square from the Summer Bingo. With our favorite boys; Mike, Rafael, Sonny & Mike.

Words count: 3,9k

Warnings: Gangbang, p in v, creampie, spanking (slightly)

Sorry if there's any typos...

@thatesqcrush

You had a lot of hopes for your 30th birthday. Not just for the celebration itself but also in general. You thought that by now, you would be in a serious relationship, maybe with a kid or two, or at least planning on having one. You had many things you wanted to do before you were 30, but now that you think about it, you didn’t do much of those things. You’re actually far from it.

It just hurts to see people around you having their life together. Your best friend is married to a lovely man, she has a two year old boy and is pregnant with a second and she owns her business. Your sister - older than you - is traveling all around the world with her husband and their dog. And everytime you meet with your mother, it’s like she has to put pressure where it hurts. Every single time.

The only thing you can’t complain about is your job, and the people you work with. Being a detective at SVU is hard, it’s challenging, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. And you have the most amazing squad with you. Also, the most handsome men you ever met. Seriously. Mike, Sonny, Rafael, Nick. How could you not like your job when you see those faces 24/7?

You had expectations for your celebration party. You invited the squad to a beach house that you rented. They became your family, they are the ones you want to celebrate with. But little by little, it was falling apart. First, Amanda had to cancel since her sister is in town, and everyone knows Kim is a handful. Then, it was Liv turn. The day before, Noah got sick, so she decided to stay at home with him. That’s fair, Noah’s health first. And last but not least, your best friend and her husband canceled too. “No one to take care of the kid,” apparently. Is that what it is to have kids? Not having fun anymore? Cause if that’s it, maybe you don’t want one.

So, in the end, it’s just you and the boys. Not that you mind that thought at all.

You left early in the morning with Sonny. He offered to help you prepare the house, and go grocery shopping. “How’s the birthday girl?” he asked, gently as always.

“Kinda upset that everyone canceled. But I won’t let this ruin my day!”

“You’ll have fun anyway. We planned a few things with the guys,” he teased.

You spent the entire day annoying Sonny so he would talk. But he didn’t say a damn thing. Whatever they have prepared, you have no clue. It does stress you out a little but one thing is sure; you can trust them with your life.

Everything was ready when Mike, Nick and Rafael arrived. When Sonny opened the door to them, their arms were full. You saw booze, food, and gifts. Way too many gifts for one person. “What the hell is all of that?” you exclaimed when they dropped everything on the floor, in the living area.

“Everything we need to celebrate your 30th birthday. You will remember this weekend,” Mike said with a huge grin on his face. He walked up to you and hugged you softly. “Happy birthday Y/N,” he kissed your forehead.

Nick and Rafael did the same as Mike. Then, they quickly put their stuff in the bedrooms, before joining you and Sonny on the terrace, facing the ocean. The weather wasn’t the best, but you couldn’t care less.

“One rule for this weekend; not shop talk,” Nick warned and everyone agreed with it.

The evening started pretty smoothly. You were having drinks, eating the apéritif you and Sonny prepared earlier and chatting about nothing and everything. At some point, Rafael came back with a bottle of champagne and poured everyone a glass. “To our amazing Y/N,” he said, holding his glass in the air. “You probably have no idea what you mean to all of us and that’s actually what makes you even more lovable. We care about you more than you know. Happy birthday, querida,” he smiled and toast with you.

You looked at Rafael with puppy eyes. He and the three others know you’re not used to being praised like this, even though you deserve any less.

“This is nice! Mike, your turn,”

The sergeant obliged. He stood up and cleared his throat, “Everyone knows that me joining SVU was my dad’s idea, but honestly, I can’t thank him enough for making me. Cause now you’re in my life and girl, you won’t get rid of me. I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/N,” he paused, “and without those idiots either, but that’s not their birthdays,”

“You said it anyway,” Nick teased Mike.

“Shut up, Nick! Let him finish,” you elbowed Nick.

“Well, I was done actually. Happy birthday, honey,” he bent over to kiss your cheek and then toasted with you.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him. “Nick, now you can talk,” you were excited about this. The past weeks before your birthday hadn’t been easy, you overthink a lot about your life. You actually cried yourself to sleep the night before, but none of them know. Their words make you feel much better. You’re lucky to have them.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said before standing up, “We didn’t start on the right foot, you and me, probably because you never chewed your words with me and I hated it. But you were right on most of the things you ever told me. You’re - without a shadow of a doubt - the best friend I ever had. I can’t wait for us to fight like cats and dogs at the nursery home. Feliz cumpleaños, cariño,” he smiled at you and extended his glass so you could toast together, “Also, you’re hot as hell,”

It was an understatement to be honest, but Nick added this comment because he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he refused to see you cry on your birthday, because of something he said. Fortunately, it worked and you laughed instead of crying. “He’s right,” Rafael added with a wink. Of course, none of them missed how your cheeks turned bright red, even if you tried to play it cool.

“I guess it’s my turn now,” Sonny spoke and stood up. But he stayed silent for a moment, “What they said,” he simply said before sitting again.

Mike, Nick and Rafael immediately started to playfully boo him, “You suck man!” Nick exclaimed.

“You usually can’t shut up and now, that’s all you have to say?” Rafael teased him.

“Y/N should have the right to punish you,” Mike added.

“Oh yes, please! Can I punish you?” you eagerly asked.

“Oh honey,” Rafael grabbed your attention, “you don’t ask someone if you can punish them. You just do it,”

“I know, Rafi. But he’s a good catholic boy, remember? We can’t have him running out of the house, praying for our souls,”

“Y/N. You know Sonny is worse then all of us reunited,” Rafael said this so casually, he didn’t realize how it sounded.

“Dominick Carisi, you’re such a liar!” Mike shouted, “you told me you and Raf didn’t hook up!”

“Yeah well, about that? I lied,”

Sonny and Rafael exchanged sweet looks, while you were silently drinking your glass of champagne.. “Are you two dating or something?” Nick asked.

Rafael was about to say something, but Mike stood up in one quick motion and shouted even louder, “Oh my god!” The four of you looked at him, “I think what you should be asking, Nick, is if the three of them are a thing!”

One thing you hate about Mike is how he can read you like an open book. It was hard to hide from him, the night you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago. Now, there was no point to lie.

“I can’t believe you three hook up and didn’t say a damn thing,” Nick said.

“To be honest, I’m more offended about not being invited,” Mike added.

That’s how the night took a very different turn.

*****

“I think all the attention should be on the birthday girl,” Rafael said as he was unbuttoning his shirt. You and Sonny were kissing on one side of the couch while Mike and Nick were making out on the other side.

“Raf is right. To be fair, we have an entire weekend in this house,” Mike added.

In a matter of seconds, you were standing in the middle of the master bedroom, with the four men around you. “Mike and Nick need to know the safe word.” Rafael commented, and Sonny took his tongue out of your month to let you speak.

“Armadillo,” you said.

You can’t even begin to describe how you feel about all of this. Those four men just for you? All of their attention on you? That thought only could make cum on the spot. You had to remember the ground rules you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago, and the first one is not to overthink. You all know you can trust one another. You’re more safe with those four guys than with one single random guy.

Once the safe word was known to everyone, Sonny remained kissing you. You immediately granted access to his tongue, it was sloppy but passionate. Meanwhile, you felt a pair of hands taking off your top and another one taking care of your pants. “Matching underwear,” Mike commented, as he was the one staring, “You hoped for this, didn’t you?” You smiled against Sonny. You didn’t hope for a gangbang, but yes, you did hope to get lucky. But this was better than anything you hoped for.

“Of course, she did,” you heard Nick’s voice coming from behind you. He gently unhook your bra, freeing your tits and he didn’t waste a second before playing with them. Your nipples were already hard, craving for attention. “She knew she could have any of us,”

“Oh Nick, that’s worse than that. She knew she could have the four of us,” Rafael added, as one of his hands slided in your panties, feeling how hot and wet you were. “Guys, she is dripping,” he let the others know, and he gently started to tease your clit with his thumb.

As Sonny kept kissing you, Nick kept playing with your tits, and Rafael kept teasing your drenched entrance, Mike got undressed. You saw him from the corner of your eyes, and your attention quickly fell on his rock hard erection. He smiled when he noticed where you were looking and started to stroke himself. You locked eyes with him while tentatively trying to touch one of the guy's cock. Your hand landed on Sonny’s crotch and he groaned at the sensation, even through the fabric of his jeans. But Rafael used his free hand to grab your wrist. “Such a needy cock slut,” he said, right next to your ear.

“Maybe Sonny should replace his tongue with his cock,” Nick offered and he felt you nodding. So Sonny stopped kissing you, he briefly took a look at your swollen lips, and your naked body being taken care of by Rafael and Nick.

“Well, Mike, get closer,” Sonny said as he undressed himself, “She loves having two cocks in her mouth. Am I right, Y/N?”

Everything that was happening was too much, you struggled to find your words, so you nodded. But it wasn’t enough for them. “You want to hear you say it,” Mike said after he finally got closer to you.

“I--I want your cocks--” you moaned as Rafael finally entered your core with one finger, “in my month,” you moaned even more when Nick pinched both of your nipples, just enough to make it hurt, “All of them,” you finally added.

To make sure Rafael and Nick could still work on your body, Mike and Sonny stood up on the edge of the bed. Your face was right at their crotch. You took one cock in each hand, gently stroking them, “I think Mike should be first. I already know how your mouth feels,” you agreed and focused on Mike’s cock, but with your other hand still stroking Sonny’s. You softly licked the head, tasting the precum coming out, before taking him in your mouth. Mike let out a huge groan at the feeling, “Man, when was the last time you had a blowjob?” Nick joked.

“Way too long,” he managed to say.

You have to admit, it’s hard to give a good blowjob to a man, while two others are worshipping your body. But Rafael decided to withdraw his hand from your panties and quickly after, you felt a cold breeze as Nick’s hands and body drift away from you. “Don’t forget about Sonny, babygirl,” you heard from the other side of the room.

Your jaw is going to be sore as fuck in the morning as you opened your mouth as much as you could, to take both Sonny’s and Mike’s cocks in. Obviously, they can’t both fit in but it is mostly about playing with the heads and your tongue.

You jolted when you felt a very warm body against your back. You recognized Rafael’s smell. He was fully naked. He held your hips strongly, sliding his hard cock in your panties and stroking it against your ass. You felt his hot breath in your neck before he planted a few wet kisses there.

Your face was a mess. It was a mix of saliva and precum from both men. Your pussy was a mess too. You were so wet, you could feel it on your thighs. You kept sucking Sonny and Mike for a short moment before they made you stop. Mike got down from the bed and kissed you deeply, enjoying the mixture that was there.

Someone finally took your panties off, you don’t know who and you couldn’t care less. You were desperate to be fucked.

*****

The first to get inside you was Nick. You were lying on the bed, a complete mess already, and Nick got on top of you. He gently kissed you, teased your entrance for a short moment before sinking inside your pussy in a slow motion. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out. He started to thrust you, slow and deep at first.

The sounds you were making were such a turn on to the four men. As Nick was fucking you good, you had no idea where Mike, Sonny and Rafael were, until you felt someone climbing on the bed. When you opened your eyes, you saw Rafael’s face above you and his cock was a few inches from your mouth. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” he said and you obliged. As Nick was fucking your pussy, Rafael was facefucking you. And this was a lot to handle. It didn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm coming up. Your cries were muffled by Rafael’s thick cock as you came, and it brought him an overwhelming sensation that made him groan hard. “Such a good girl, creaming my cock like this,” Nick said. He wasn’t far from coming either. He buried his face in your neck, and he felt your nails crashing on his skull. It took a few more thrusts before he loaded his hot cum inside you, crying out your name.

He stayed on top of you for a moment before pulling out, at the same time Rafael stopped facefucking you and you cried at the emptiness.

“Someone doesn’t like to feel empty?” It was Sonny who talked. He was sitting next to you and he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, taking Nick’s cum back where it belonged. Your body arched at the feeling and you moaned deeply. “So worked up already. But we’re not done with you,”

“You better not,” you laughed.

“Oh, she’s teasing!” Mike exclaimed. “Babygirl, when we're done with you, you won’t be able to sit for weeks. Everyone at the precinct will wonder what happened during the weekend,” he kissed you while Sonny added a third finger inside your core. You felt a second orgams building inside your belly.

“You better not come on Sonny’s fingers,” Rafael warned you, “You’re only allowed to come on our cocks,” you found him in the room and locked eyes with him.

You knew from his expression what he was waiting for, “Yes, sir,” you agreed.

“That’s our good girl,”

Then it was Sonny’s. The man has a soft spot for a good doggy style, so he ordered you to get on all fours and you obeyed. He stroked his cock between your ass cheeks for a moment before sliding inside you so easily. “God, you take us so well, baby,” he said as he started to thrust. He was faster than Nick, and you know from experience that Sonny has incredible stamina. He can rock inside you hard and fast for a long moment.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned, “Fuck, Sonny! Yes!”

“That’s right, take that cock, doll,” he said, slamming harder.

As you grabbed the sheets into your fists, you felt someone crawling under you. It was Nick. He laid down and brought your mouth to his in an eager kiss. Sonny kept fucking you, his hands were strongly holding your hips, so you understood it was someone else that spank you. Mike or Rafael, you didn’t know - although, you had an idea; Rafael does love to spank you - and you cried inside Nick’s mouth. Then you felt someone grabbing your arms to lock them in your back. Nick held you close against him, stroking your hair as your second orgasm hit you hard.

Feeling your pussy clenching around his cock, and hearing you cursing non sense, sent Sonny over the edge. He almost collapsed on you as he came deep inside you.

You felt the emptiness when Sonny took his cock out of you but it was quickly filled by someone’s fingers. You were just a pile of lambs on Nick, but you jolted when one of them curled two fingers inside your pussy. “You love that, don’t you? Nick’s and Sonny’s cum mixing inside you,” You don’t know if that’s Rafael that is fingering you but he’s the one talking. You were still catching your breath when the fingers were replaced by a cock teasing your entrance.

“Do you want to keep going, babygirl? We can st--”

“I didn’t say the word, did I, Mike?” you shot.

“Right. Then it’s my turn to fill that pussy,” he didn’t give you the time to answer, he shoved his cock inside your cunt.

“Oh fuck! Mike, yes!”” you cried.

Nick stayed under you as Mike fucked you hard. Mike’s short nails scratched your back as he went in and out of you. He withdrew completely before sinking back and bottoming down. He did that a few times, enjoying your noises every time he hit your sweet spot. “Damn, that pussy is so perfect,” he growled.

“It was made for us,” Sonny said.

On your left, you saw Rafael standing there, stroking his cock as he watched Mike fucking you. You extended your hand to replace his and he let you. “You can’t get enough,” he teased you.

“Never,” you grinned.

Mike grabbed your hair in his fist, bringing your back to his chest. That new angle almost sent you over the edge again. “Holy shit, this feels amazing,” you breathed out. You didn’t notice the look Rafael and Sonny exchanged. You sloppily kept stroking Rafael, while Sonny’s hand found its way to your clit. Mike had to hold you close to him as a third orgasm arrived.

Nick was still laying on the bed, an arm under his head. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like my very own porn movie,”

“Get ready to take a new part in it,” Sonny winked at him.

“Working on it,” he said, stroking his semi hard cock.

Sonny chuckled before burying his face in your chest. He sucked on your nipples, and kept playing with your clit. “Jesus, fuck! I--I’m--coming,” you managed to say as your third orgasm hit. You held onto Sonny’s shoulder for dear life, Mike was slamming so hard and fast inside you, chasing his own orgasm. He bit your shoulder as he emptied himself deep inside you, adding his semence to Sonny’s and Nick’s.

You collapsed in Sonny’s arms and he gently laid you on the bed, next to Nick. Mike was catching his breath on the edge of the bed. “Water,” you managed to say.

Not that it mattered, but Nick seems to be the best for the aftercare. He gently stroked your hair, and planted sweet kisses all over your face. Sonny came back with water for everyone. All of this is more than amazing, this can’t be compared to anything you ever experienced before but you gladly enjoyed the water break.

As you were sitting on the bed, Rafael grabbed your face to kiss you. It was soft, almost loving. Your hands traveled his hairy chest as you granted access to his tongue. You fell on your back, taking him with you. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Never better. Fuck me, Raf,”

On the other side of the bed, Nick chuckled. “Three cocks, three orgasms and she is still asking for it. You’re such a pretty slut, Y/N, aren't you?”

“I’m your slut. To the four of you,” you smiled at him.

Rafael teased your entrance with his cock as he was kissing and nipping your neck. Your pussy was a wet and sticky mess. The other men fucked you open, Rafael slided inside you so easily. To be honest, he wasn’t far from coming already after everything he witnessed and you wrapped him so perfectly, it was overwhelming.

You moaned loudly in his ear, your nails digging in his skull. As he thrusted into you, he couldn’t help but to slap your thigh, since he can’t reach your ass for a proper spank. But you could reach his, so you returned the favor. It took him by surprise, so did the growl he let out. “Someone likes to be spank,” Sonny commented, before duplicating your action on Rafael’s ass.

Another spank, but this time from Mike. And one from Nick. You loved having all the attention from the guys, but you have to admit that this brings something else to you. Hopefully this will be repeated before you go back to New York, but this time, this will be an orgy, instead of a gangbang.

You bit Rafael’s bottom lip, as he thrusted fast and hard inside you. “Give it to me, Raf. I need you to cum inside me, just like them,” he crashed his lips on yours, as a hand traveled between the two of you to play with your clit. You were oversensitive, and exhausted, you weren’t sure you could have a fourth orgasm before it hit you. You wrapped your arms around Rafael’s neck, “That’s right, babygirl, let it go. Cum on my cock,” he said in your ear, huskily.

That was exactly what you needed to cum one more time. Rafael’s thrusts became sloppy as he chased his relief. Finally, he added his liquid to the mixture and collapsed on you.

*****

“I have to admit, I’m so glad everyone else canceled,” you confessed, laying like a sea star on the bed. Obviously, the four men agreed with you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” they all said at the same time.

Best fucking birthday ever.

#thatesqcrushsummerbingo #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #nick amaro x reader #mike dodds x reader

269 notes · View notes

slutforagoodsmut · 3 years

Text

Imagine: Dracula’s daughter

She had always been a daddy’s girl, that was certain. Since she was an infant she was attached to him by the hip, always followed him around the castle, always found him fascinating. Of course she loved her mother and Alucard as well. Days her father was busy she’d stay in her mother’s laboratory, watching Lisa mix medicines and asking questions.

“What is this?” she’d ask, barely able to look over the table. Her mother would only laugh and pick her up, sitting her down on the smooth slab of her work space.

“This is a new medicine I’m working on. It will help sick people become strong and healthy, just like you!” Lisa would poke her daughter’s tummy and the little dhampir girl would squirm in a fit of giggles. She loved her mother, she looked up to her.

Her and her brother always found things to do around the castle, painting and writing poetry, playing tag or hide and seek, which Alucard always won for some odd reason.

“You cheated!” she whined, crossing her arms.

“I did not!” Alucard stuck his tongue out at his sister. “I’m just older and faster than you!”

“By a minute! You are older by a minute!”

And at the end of the day, the young dhampir would always find herself in her father’s study, reading a book beside him or begging him to read to her. She’d always end up falling asleep in his lap and he’d carry her to bed, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight. He loved her, he loved his little girl with all his undead heart. Of course there was Lisa, the love of his life, and he did love his children equally, but she always had a special place in his heart.

As the years went on, the girl blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She had long, onyx locks like her father and a sharp tongue like her mother. She was snarky and always had something to say, but she was kind and she was loving, and she had such a big heart full of passion and wonder. She wanted to help others just like her mother, often visited houses of the ones who Lisa was close to and aided her mother if she needed it. Alucard and her loved to duel one another, and she made sure she always won. They picked on each other and instigated but it was all out of great fun. The princess took long walks with her father at night and he told her about his new discoveries between vampires and humans, and her being her, was always fascinated and wanted to know more.

Like Alucard and her mother, she had the privilege of stepping out into sunlight without a problem. She grew her fangs in before her brother when she was a small infant, which to this day she enjoys hanging over his head. She was tall and strong, and very fast, as well as very skilled with a sword. She had long nails she could extend and retract and could turn into animals, making it easier to stalk her prey at night.

Everything was....perfect, you might say. Her life was perfect, sure she lacked friends but she had a wonderful home and a loving family that she could depend on.

That all changed after that horrific night in 1475. When Lisa Tepes was killed everything crumbled to dust. The love in the castle had disappeared, it was so cold and dark and stunk of misery.

She grew strained from her father once Alucard had left home. She didn’t want him to go and he didn’t want to leave her, but they both knew it was for the best.

In a year, it was almost like two complete strangers shared a home. Dracula made no effort to connect with his daughter as he was so caught up with damning the whole world to hell, and in that time his daughter pushed him away. She barely spoke with him, didn’t even attempt to at this point. He was so angry, so angry with the world and with everyone in it. Lisa wouldn’t have wanted this, her children knew that. Their mother was a part of the human race, mortality ran through the children’s blood. They were a part of them, and their father wanted to burn them all.

She grew angrier and angrier with her father as the dreadful days passed on. He let these other vampires into their home and they did whatever they wanted! And what did he do, wallow away into nothing in his library, sitting in front of the fireplace every single day! Pathetic! Absolutely pathetic!

One day, she had enough. Dracula’s daughter couldn’t stand a single day more in that castle, enraged with her father she planned to leave. She considered leaving without telling him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. So, with a satchel over her shoulder holding her most valuable things, she walked into her father’s library. The back of his chair was to her, and yes, he stared into his fireplace like he always had.

“I’m leaving.” she spoke up, gripping the strap of her bag. Nothing, he didn’t say a word, he didn’t even move a muscle in his seat. His daughter only sighed, a tear rolling down her cheek as she turned away. “Goodbye, father.”

Part of her never wanted to see him ever again. Part of her wanted nothing more to do with her father, but she knew deep down their paths would cross again, and she’d end up in that castle once more.

She was alone, really alone this time, she had no one to turn to, she kept her distance from strangers and if they gave her trouble she’d risk the danger and bear her fangs, making them all run away in fear. The one night, one fateful night, she had run into her brother and two others who accompanied him. She was running through the woods as night creatures attacked, she’d slaughtered as many as she could, but they were closing in on her. In that moment she felt powerless till three beings came out of the thick woods and ended the monsters’ rampage.

“Alucard?” she whispered, leaning herself against a tree, holding her side which bled a concerningly amount.

He gasped, his eyes widened with shock as he looked at his dear sister. “Sister?”

“You have a sister?” The strange woman spoke up in her thick accent.

“Oh god, not another one of you....” A tall dark haired man grumbled, slapping his hand over his face.

Alucard’s sister ran over to him and threw her arms around him as hard as she could. She couldn’t believe it. She had so many questions. How was he here? Why wasn’t he underground like he said he’d be? Who were these people?

Overtime, these questions were answered. The woman was a speaker, her name was Sypha, and that other oaf of a man was a Belmont, Trevor Belmont, a vampire’s sworn enemy. She thought they died off years ago, but never mind that. Her brother had woken from his year of slumber when the two of them accidentally found him (more so Trevor than Sypha) and asked if he’d help them in their quest.

“We’re going to the castle...” Alucard spoke softly. His sister sat across from him, staring quietly into the fire they had made. She wasn’t stupid, she could put the puzzle pieces together. They were going there to end Dracula’s terror for once and for all. Her heart broke, just like it had before. She had to come to terms with killing their father, it was such a painful thing to imagine but...if that meant millions and millions of people would survive, then so be it.

“It just hurts, ya’know? I mean, how could anyone go through with the idea of murdering their father?”

“He’s not our father, not anymore at least.”

Alucard was right, she hated to admit it. That monster conducting all of this genocide wasn’t their father. Their father was loving and caring, and this man....wasn’t any of that. The king of darkness was blinded by a rage and there was no looking back. Their father died when Lisa Tepes took her last breath.

One by one, she slit the throats of dozens. Striking her sword through vampire soldiers, beheading the generals who held councils in her very home, the ones who practically took her home away from her. Was it truly still her home, she couldn’t tell, all she knew it as now was Vlad Dracula’s hideout, nothing more. She would get her revenge on every last one of them, her fists driving through their chests and yanking out their still beating hearts, crushing them in her palms. How dare they mock her home as if it were their own little sanctuary. How dare they.

“Alucard--you, Belmont and Sypha fight off those night creatures! I’m going to find our father!” She yelled as she climbed the steps.

Alucard impaled a night creature “Be careful! He’ll hurt you!”

But she was already down the hall and up the steps to her father’s library. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind. The guilt of it all, having to go through an act that would be considered unspeakable under God’s law. Half vampire or not, she knew she’d be damned to hell in the end.

She took in a few breaths before peeking in. Her father, to her surprise, was not slumped in his chair but standing, he grabbed one of his forgemasters, Isaac, and threw him through his mirror. Isaac let out a scream and the mirror broke into pieces, falling on the ground.

“Father.” She spoke, walking into the room. Dracula tensed up, turning his body towards the door, bearing his fangs.

“My child, the betrayer.”

Her chest tightened, eyes wide. Betrayer? He thinks she betrayed him?

“I did no such thing.”

“Lies!” He snapped, his eyes blood red. “You walked out of this castle and turned your back on your own father!”

“Well you had already turned your back on me!” She screamed at him. “You didn’t try to make me stay! You didn’t even attempt to!”

“I knew what side you were on from the beginning. You were a lost cause.” Dracula’s voice was cold and harsh.

Tears sprouted at the corner of her eyes. “How could you even say that?! You act like you were the only one who lost someone!”

Dracula turned away from his daughter, seething with anger.

“You weren’t there! You were never there! All you’ve done was cause havoc!”

“I did it all for her!” Dracula roared, whipping around and towering his large body over hers.

“And look where that got you!” She bellowed back at him, eyes now blood red as tears streamed down her face. “Look where that got you. You pushed Alucard away, you pushed me away. Mother would never--” Her body was thrown across the room and she hit the bookshelf, falling to the ground. She wheezed out, coughing out blood. He struck her. He...struck her. Her vision was foggy, but she could make out her father standing on the other side of the room. She tried to stand up but she couldn’t, her body didn’t let her. Again she tried, but she couldn’t do it. She hadn’t had blood in such a long time, she’s grown too weak. Why she didn’t consider that going into this mess she doesn’t know, but it was a stupid mistake. Suddenly her world went dark, and she laid unconscious on the ground.

It wasn’t too long till she had woken up from her spot, her father no longer in the library. She could hear screaming from above her. She gasped, getting up as quick as she could and stumbling over herself. Alucard.

She ran and ran, going up another floor, and then another. The dhampir suddenly collided with Sypha and Belmont.

“You’re alright!” Sypha exclaimed.

“Where is he!? Where is Alucard?!”

“Upstairs, with Dracula!”

Her vampire senses tingled. His room. They were in Alucard’s old room. She bolted up the floors and down the hall. They were screaming, things were being shattered, she could feel the whole castle shake beneath her feet.

Alucard was thrown against the wall, their father closing in on him, ready to finish the job.

“ENOUGH!” His sister shrieked at the top of her lungs, stepping in between them. Her father stopped in his tracks.

There she stood, sword in both hands, pointing the tip against her own chest.

“What--What are you doing?!” Dracula bellowed.

Alucard shook his head, fear in his eyes. “No, don’t do it!”

“I’d rather kill myself than live in this world with you, you monster!”

With that, somehow Dracula had come to his senses. The night filled the room, the moonlight shining in through the window. Dracula gasped, his eyes no longer flaming with hatred, but filled with sadness. His daughter kept the sword where it was and she began to cry, hard, endless tears rushing down her pale face.

“Look what you’ve done father...” She sobbed, hands trembling.

Dracula stared at her, then at her brother, then finally his hands. “What am I doing? I....” he choked on his words. “My children, my son and daughter. I’m killing them Lisa. I’m killing our children.” He walked over to a painting that hung on the wall. It was of all of them; Dracula and Lisa, both holding their bundles of joy. He looked at his children again and truly realized how much hurt he’s caused them. How much pain he’s caused his daughter. She mourned in their home, alone, while he selfishly sought out revenge. “My daughter would rather end her life than live in a world with her father.” he looked at her, tears now running from his eyes, “These are the walls we raised them in, loved them unconditionally. These are the walls we painted, the toys we made for our son. I’m so sorry....I....what have I done?” Dracula walked over to her and took the sword out of her hands, pointing it’s sharp tip against his own chest and placing it back in her hands.

“Your greatest gifts to me, and I’m killing them.”

Alucard got up and stood next to his sister, placing his hands around hers. He wouldn’t let her do this alone.

“I must already be dead...”

Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she thought she was going to throw up. “I love you....” the girl managed to get out in a strangled cry, looking her father in the eyes. She could see it in his pleading eyes, silently begging them to put an end to his misery, to theirs and the world’s. In those quiet moments, he hoped she knew how much he truly loved her. How special she really was.

She shut her eyes tightly for a second as her and her brother drew her sword into her father’s chest. He groaned in pain, blood spilling out of his mouth as more coppery tears spilled out of his eyes.

She would forever be his little girl.

WOOOOH that was a long one! I told ya’ll I’d write some sad shit. Ok I’m gonna go cry myself to sleep now, like, comment and reblog!🥳🥳

#castlevania netflix #dracula castlevania #trevor belmont #castlevania trevor #castlevania sypha #castlevania season 2 #castlevania alucard #alucard tepes #sad angst #Dracula x daughter #lisa tepes #castlevania lisa #i’m gonna go cry now #Youtube

277 notes · View notes